{"id":493,"date":"2011-06-03T06:01:00","date_gmt":"2011-06-03T06:01:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/coyotebroad.com\/blawg\/2011\/06\/03\/coon-hound\/"},"modified":"2025-01-05T19:48:51","modified_gmt":"2025-01-05T19:48:51","slug":"coon-hound","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/coyotebroad.com\/blawg\/2011\/06\/03\/coon-hound\/","title":{"rendered":"Coon hound"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-family: monospace;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia,serif;\"><\/span><\/span>So, this evening, I&#8217;m walking Miss Albi down Pine Street on our evening walk, and just when we&#8217;re about to turn into this little alley     that leads to the sports fields next to Ackerman Middle School, I hear a woman&#8217;s     voice saying *something*, at the same time Albi is pulling like     crazy on the leash. And I&#8217;m thinking &#8220;is that voice talking to me&#8221; and &#8220;there must be a cat nearby.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>We turn the corner, and there is this HUGE cat     on top of the wooden fence to the right. And Albi is pulling HARD.     And that woman&#8217;s voice is saying something else, but I cannot     understand the words, or if this is directed at me.<\/p>\n<p>    And then I realize that really big cat is actually a REALLY big     raccoon, running as quickly as it can atop the fence. And I say     something really dignified, like, &#8220;Holy shit! That&#8217;s a raccoon!&#8221; And     that woman&#8217;s voice finally says something I can understand: &#8220;Yes, I     know! I wanted warn you!&#8221; She was in the backyard bordered by the     fence that said raccoon was now walking on &#8211; I could vaguely see her through the slats of the fence.<\/p>\n<p>    The raccoon jumped off the fence, into the next yard, and Albi     pulled me as though she was a two-year-old, trying to get to whatever it was that smelled soooo gooooood to her.<\/p>\n<p>    I wish &#8220;coon&#8221; only meant &#8220;raccoon&#8221; or  &#8220;coon-hound.&#8221; I hate that it was appropriated by racists.<\/p>\n<p>Well, at least it wasn&#8217;t a bear&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So, this evening, I&#8217;m walking Miss Albi down Pine Street on our evening walk, and just when we&#8217;re about to turn into this little alley that leads to the sports fields next to Ackerman Middle School, I hear a woman&#8217;s voice saying *something*, at the same time Albi is pulling like crazy on the leash. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[978],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-493","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-pnw"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/coyotebroad.com\/blawg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/493","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/coyotebroad.com\/blawg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/coyotebroad.com\/blawg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/coyotebroad.com\/blawg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/coyotebroad.com\/blawg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=493"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/coyotebroad.com\/blawg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/493\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1049,"href":"https:\/\/coyotebroad.com\/blawg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/493\/revisions\/1049"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/coyotebroad.com\/blawg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=493"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/coyotebroad.com\/blawg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=493"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/coyotebroad.com\/blawg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=493"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}