I've been interning with a behaviorist for the past few months. Wednesday, we got a call about interdog aggression in the home. Two intact females, not a pretty sight. But I digress. The one female, who will probably end up being rehomed, is a coydog, like Gambit. The behaviorist asked if I would be interested in her if the owners do decided to rehome. I had to say no, due to a variety of reasons (lack of money, Gambit's issues that still need work, already having a DR dog who does not care for females, etc). Then I sat down and thought about it. Obviously, now is not the right time to add any sort of pet, and I will likely not get another dog until A) Argon passes or B) I win the lottery and can tell my boss to go suck it. But...I might not turn down another coydog. Crazy, right? Please tell me that I'm nuts, and they make terrible pets and they will never be the agility dog I secretly desire. But there's just this bond with Gambit that I can't explain, something I've never felt with other dogs. Coys do happen, and they do turn up in rescues (after all, that's how I got my heart dog). Dear God, I might actually consider having another crazy coyote in the house. Someone smack me good. PS- I should have pics of coyboy up this weekend, for those who I'm sure are starting to suspect he doesn't acutally exist. :lol-sign: My mother, who is a pretty good photographer, is going to help me make him pose pretty.