wriggly
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My dog was attacked by a coyote 10 years ago in an urban setting while walking on a leash. The coyote was skinny, weighed no more than 35 pounds. While they were fighting, I kicked the coyote in the ribs, and it did not even stop or hesitate in its attack for a second. I reached down and grabbed it by its rear legs, and it turned and grabbed my left hand, but I hung on to it, and swung it up and over my head in an arc and smashed its head on the pavement. It was like God smacked it. It arched its back and quivered, pissed, **** and died.
My dog was ok except for a small cut on top of his snout, my left hand had three deep punctures, two on top and one on the bottom on the palm. It was very painfull, but I did not seek medical attention, because I was afraid they would quarantine my dog. I took a risk, and it worked in my favor.
My dog lived to be 13 years old, and my hand healed without complications. If I lived in a rural area and coyotes were problematic, I would have no compunction against killing them.
By the way....my screen name! That was my dog, Wriggly. He was a brave loyal companion, and I miss him all the time.
My dog was ok except for a small cut on top of his snout, my left hand had three deep punctures, two on top and one on the bottom on the palm. It was very painfull, but I did not seek medical attention, because I was afraid they would quarantine my dog. I took a risk, and it worked in my favor.
My dog lived to be 13 years old, and my hand healed without complications. If I lived in a rural area and coyotes were problematic, I would have no compunction against killing them.
By the way....my screen name! That was my dog, Wriggly. He was a brave loyal companion, and I miss him all the time.
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