First Allen Ginsberg, now this!
Everything I’m about to say is true. I was just out back extricating my hound, Lucy, from a neighbor’s hound, Shithead. We were nearly back to the house, Lucy and I, when a coyote, down in the hollow on the Hi Lo Biddy Road, howled repeatedly. Quite the arresting sound, that, and one that I’ve never heard before in person. It commands one’s full attention, that’s what.
I don’t believe Lucy has ever heard it before, either, judging by her level of canine consternation (turn sharply toward sound, stiffen entire body, tilt head left, hold four seconds, make questioning wuffle noise deep in throat, swivel head right, hold four seconds, make questioning wuffle noise deep in throat, sharp exhale, sudden recollection that there’s an urgent chew-toy matter to attend to in the kitchen, absquatulate). I believe that we have been well and truly dadgummed.