M used the coyote in the yard yesterday as ammunition to try and get me to agree to another dog. "A bigger dog could protect the kids!" Because I hear coyotes love to eat fair-haired toddlers. I was almost convinced, and I meditated for a sign that another dog would be the right thing for our family. This morning I woke up and Seamus had peed on J's bedroom floor, and had an oozing sore on his back. There were also tufts of dog hair around the house and he had chewed up a plastic princess shoe. I would call that a sign...