On Sunday I was out for walkies with Mesa when a coyote strolled across the path in front of us just like it owned it. Of course Mesa took off after it, and the chase was on. It lasted about a minute and then Mesa was back at my side. I could see the yote in front of us as it made its way around a newly-constructed house. Then it was back on the path and trotting in front of us about 100 yards ahead. Mesa was too tired to continue the chase. Finally it disappeared from view as it trotted into a small swale. By the time we got to that spot it was nowhere to be seen. But wait! My eye caught a slight difference in color between the lava and the sagebrush. There it was! It was just flopped about 100' from the path. Had I not been looking for it I would have walked right by. I did the furry thing of yipping at it. It just looked at me as if to say, "Yiff in hell, furfag."