Mistaken Identities

 

A coyote - I thought.

Oh...not one - but maybe two. If there are two..there must be more. Should I run..or stand my ground? What am I supposed to do?

The fog was thick. The world was in shadows.

It took me a bit to see that these two sweet pups were as terrified of who and what they thought I might be..as I was of them.

If I mistook them for wild and dangerous coyotes...I can only imagine what it was for that they mistook me???