I had a dream this morning just before I got up. I was at the bottom of this huge ravine, turning to find the best way to climb out. All sides were grassy, sandy hills, covered in trees and brush. I found a path and started climbing.

Halfway up, I heard some noises, like small animals. Then I saw these creatures that looked like fox kittens, but to my mind they were coyote cubs. I looked up and saw a large coyote flashing through the grass at the top of the hill. Then it was running down the trail. I could hear it panting with its stride.

It stopped in front of me. I began to reason with her, telling her that her cubs were fine, and I was just walking through. Then my vision grew strange, and the coyote became so well-camouflaged in the sand and grass that I couldn’t really see her face, even though she was right in front of me.

Then another one showed up. I knew they were going to attack me, but in a moment of lucidity, I woke myself up. I fell back asleep a moment later and was in the same dream again. That rarely if ever happens. I was still standing on the hill with this coyote. I picked up a handful of dirt and threw it in her eyes. I did it again. I woke up again.

I know I had this dream because the neighbor dog attacked Kona last night on our street, and chased her to our front door, where Brian appeared and protected our puppy.

I was walking her and had gotten about 100 feet when I turned and saw this dog’s head poking out from their gate. The gate had been left open, with an aggressive, unsocialized dog behind it. “Oh SHIT,” I said. I knew about this bad dog, who barks whenever Kona walks by. Some kind of mastiff mix or something. Anyway, he saw Kona and charged directly toward us. I sort of ran across the road, didn’t matter, he came right up to us and jumped on her. I screamed NO at the top of my lungs about a dozen times, lost control of Kona’s leash, and watched her gallop back to our door, crying, as this fucking beast chased her. Fortunately I was so loud that Brian came out of the house so Kona could run inside, and the dog’s owners came out of their house and called him back.

Kona was very shaken up for a few minutes, but she wasn’t hurt. The dog’s owner, the wife, came over and apologized, of course saying that their dog “just wanted to play”. Right. I’m sorry but that was not playing, that was aggressive dominance and their dog has no manners. His tail was not wagging, he was not friendly. Our next door neighbor came over to see if Kona was okay, too. He agreed that their dog is aggressive and mean. Ugh.

Later on in the evening the primary owner of the bad dog came over to apologize. He was extremely drunk and creeped me out a little. I decided privately I’d rather stay away from these people than attempt to introduce our dogs properly and get them to be friends. They can just keep the fucking gate latched from now on.