Here you go, another post from a non award winning lame blog, located in the last great bastion of good rural living in the Heartland of America.
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The dog got me up again last night. You see, I live in the country, and in the country especially during the night time hours, we have different critters roaming about. There is a large population of coyotes in our area, and they going about howling and making all kinds of noises late at night and often until the wee hours of the morning.
Ahroooooooooooo, bark-bark, Aroooooooooowho … hour after hour …. Ahroooooooooooo, bark-bark, Aroooooooooowho ( Why don’t you go chase a rabbit!) Ahroooooooooooo, bark-bark, Aroooooooooowho-barkie-barkie (Well yo mama was an ugly Lassie!)
They (coyotes and dogs) will bay loudly at the moon and then go “Howwwwwwwie … which in coyote language means … “All Dogs suck!” And then you have on the other hand, a similar population of non-roving dogs who respond with ….. Ooooooooooooooooo-Ahrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrroooooooo-Howwwwwwwwwie … which in dog language means …. “Coyote’s are stupid and they suck!”
Bark-bark.ARRRWHoooooooooooo ….. (why don’t you get a real job, like fetching your masters’ paper!) Ahroooooooooooo, bark-bark, Aroooooooooowho (It’s cold out here, when is it gonna be summertime?) … hour after hour … back n forth.
Ahroooooooooooo, bark-bark, Aroooooooooowho ( Why don’t you find a sick cow and sit underneath it) Ahroooooooooooo, bark-bark, Aroooooooooowho-barkie-barkie (You are so stupid you would eat cat food!)
I suppose the coyotes just like rubbing it in, they get to come and go as they please, but the dogs, they are tied to their dog houses and the little kibble-N-bits dishes/water-bowls. All dressed out in their flea and tick collars and shiny ID tags around their necks.
So each night, I am not all that sure, which side starts it first, the symphony of the prairie begins anew. Around the time the local news ends, our sonata of the plains country begins, usually around 10:30PM or about the time non-roving country living humans go to bed.
Ahroooooooooooo, bark-bark, Aroooooooooowho … (Why don’t you go dig up a bone!) Ahroooooooooooo, bark-bark, Aroooooooooowho (Why don’t you go coon a creek!) Ahroooooooooooo, bark-bark, Aroooooooooowho-barkie-barkie (Well you wouldn’t even fetch tenth place at a decent dog show!)
The bright-yellow Harvest moon breaks the eastern horizon, and quickly heads for the night time zenith in the sky …. Ahroooooooooooo, bark-bark, Aroooooooooowho … (why don’t you go chase a car!) Ahroooooooooooo, bark-bark, Aroooooooooobie-who (A much younger bark I note and it sez … What is a car?)
And my all time favorite, Ahroooooooooooo, bark-bark, Aroooooooooowho … (why don’t you go chase the mailman!) Ahroooooooooooo, bark-bark, Aroooooooooowho ( Yo are so stoooopid you cannot catch a road runner.)
So much for moving from the city to enjoy the peace and quiet of country living. And yes, I could possibly need to get out more.*
* Absolutely no coyotes or dogs were harmed in the forming of this post, but I am pretty sure my literary award went right out the window. If you are curious about this subject? More information can be found here: Why coyotes howl at the moon.