Soo.....many things have been happening with the Coyboy, but I've held off on discussing them, because I've been too afraid to say anything and jinx what's been going on. For those unfamiliar with my wee man, he was adopted as an aussie mix in December 2011. The truth that would later come out was that he was a BC/Coyote mix who was born to a feral mother who raised the babies feral until 16 weeks. The shelter then kept him until 6-8 months, depending on which of the three different birth months you choose to believe, and adopted him to me. Since bringing him home, we've dealt with severe fear of strangers, new situations, and pretty much everything else. In 2.5 years, I brought him to a point where I could take him to work (at a doggy day care), though he did not allow strangers to touch him and frequently growled or barked at people he didn't know. Still, all things considered, that was wonderful progress, and I was pleased. We stopped seeing much progress, but he was a safe dog to be around. That said, at home or with people he truste, you couldn't imagine a dog who was more fun and outgoing. After all, who wouldn't like to come home and find this waiting for them? Yep, that's him on top of the fridge. That container next to him had been full of cat food that morning.