Not really, I wouldn’t know where to start. But I’ll certainly pay more attention to the tracks while I’m out and about this morning. The thing that makes me lean away from coyotes or bobcats is D&L’s dog Butch. He’s kind of a wuss, but not so much as to be afraid of coyotes. Bobcats are also common, and shouldn’t particularly alarm him.
L disagrees, she thinks this might be an ubercoyote, the Earl Harbinger of coyotes. But I see no reason to assume so.
The other possibilities mentioned are certainly possible, with varying levels of likelihood. We get feral dogs here from time to time, until they starve or are shot. Mountain lions range all through here, but they’re rare and shy. I’ve actually laid eyes on exactly one in all the time I’ve been here, and that was a fleeting glimpse.
A wolf would be a real problem. Wolves were introduced about 30 miles north of here several years ago by the feds, who treat them like their own dear children. If one of them has worked its way this far south, the boys and I are safer living with it than with the feds who would devote themselves to wrecking the life of whoever killed it. It has happened: The stories are legend. But I kinda doubt it’s a wolf. The stories say they’re not multiplying well. The wolves they introduced aren’t the big, noble-looking gray wolves everybody wants to paint pictures of, but Mexican wolves. These little bastards…