I guess I have to tell the coyote story. Gracie's not quite as brave as the short version makes this sound. Bear with me, it's a bit longish.
So.. I'm wshing dishes and I hear the chickens make that nervous alarm call. I look out the window and see what looks like a kind of mangy German shepherd in ghe back yard. Gracie's in the house with me so I yell, "Gracie! Get the rat!" Which is our version of Get 'im! It alerts her and she jumps up, looking around. We run to the door and I'm pointing and yelling and she runs out, barking her head off, still looking around. She doesn't know what the target is but by golly, it better look out! She's ready to battle, whatever it is. Finally she spots it and takes off yelling. "What are you doing in my yard! Intruder! Intruder! You better run! I'll get you! Get out of here right now!" By this time I realize it's a coyote, easily twice her size and I'm yelling too. "Get out of here, you mangy monster! Get 'im, Gracie! Good girl! And don't come back!" Of course the coyote is now running as if its tail is on fire.
It reaches the fence line about 30 yards off and - dang! There's another one! Hot on its tail, Gracie is now reading the riot act to both of them. They are not running quite so fast now, and a little farther off I see a THIRD one! This one grins, looks over its shoulder and takes off in an easy lope. Gracie, still furious, is ready to do battle with all three of them. Now I'm yelling a different tune. "Gracie, get back here! Gracie, NO! Gracie COME!" That lead coyote has an evil grin on his face. "Come on, little girl, just a little closer ..."
Gracie finally hears me. She slows down. Looks over shoulder at me. "Good girl," I yell, "Gracie, come!" She looks back at the intruders and decides, reluctantly, that she has done her job. She turns around and comes home, wagging with pride and grinning from ear to ear. Did you see me, Mom? I did good, didn't I? Yes, Baby, you did just fine. Good girl! But please don't ever do that again!