by Sr Nunother
I love to walk the beach with Liberty, our miniature poodle, leashed and leading the way. I’ve had, however, an uneasy feeling about coyotes on our particular stretch of sea and sand, and scan the area like a human radar machine. Last evening, quite alone, it happened: in the near distance, a large, shaggy, gray-brown marauder patrolled for food. Two things immediately crossed my mind: 1. Liberty thinks she’s a pit bull/rottweiler mix, and 2. I’m not dressed for running.
It was chilly, so I wore an ankle length, fleece-lined coat and old black suede shoes with platform heels. (I’m also over sixty with a few extra post-winter pounds.) I prayed, scooped up a disgruntled poodle and ran, frequently tripping over bulging mounds of tough beach grass and sand. Liberty wiggled the entire time and wondered what crazy thing I would do next. I didn’t disappoint. At top speed, I periodically spun around backwards to make sure we weren’t being followed. Exhausted, pulse racing, I eventually clumped across a neighbor’s wooden foot bridge to safety.
This is a true and accurate recounting. I should add that anyone watching from a nearby window got their money’s worth.