Where the Dogs of Society Howl
Back to the porch and plow
So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plow~ Elton John
Last night, the coyotes began howling shortly after dark. Our beagle, Mattie, who loves to hear her own voice, spent the next hour on the porch, giving them her opinion on their presence in h…

