It was all fun and games for awhile. We barreled outside for some play, got fresh drinks, played inside for a bit, and headed back outside. It was a beautiful clear night. And it carried the young coyote girl’s invitation clear as a bell. They all heard it, and had a lot to say about it. But Westley heard in it a personal invitation. He measured himself up against the fence height and was thinking about how to scale it when I called them in for a bedtime story. I told them the 3 Brave Dogs and a Coyote story, about well meaning pups lead astray by what seems to be a single voice but turns out to be a whole pack. The girls found it extremely entertaining but Westley was… less amused. At least until bedtime cookies and that made everything better. No it’s ever been lead astray by bedtime cookies… 🥰