So, yesterday morning I was out with Sequoyah playing frisbee in the rain. On one particular throw, she caught the thing as usual, but stopped in her tracks and looked down back toward my paddock.
I thought she was looking to see if Miles was out there. I said "He's not there - leave it -come", which she did.
It wasn't until I went out back a few minutes later to do my barn chores that I realized what she had been looking at. He was still there right where she had alerted. A coyote!
Thank goodness she did as she was told. "Leave it - come"
I can't stress enough that those two words can save your dog's life. Sequoyah weighs about 30 pounds, certainly no more, and this guy was probably 45-50.