Funny story. My wife and I just went to pick up our daughter who was having dinner with friends down on Fourth Avenue (busy pedestrian area with restaurants and shops here in Tucson). It's dark out and I was riding passenger for a change. As we turned off Fourth Ave. onto Fifth St. my wife suddenly exclaims, "there's a small dog running down the middle of the road, it shouldn't be running lose at this hour!" It was clear that she wanted to catch it and find its owner. I turned to look at it and said, "that's not a dog, that's a coyote."
