I chased a coyote once. It was really humiliating (I learned that big word – humiliating – from my person.) My leash was still attached to me, although I’d managed to separate it from my person. It kept clunking around every bush and it finally got stuck in a bush. I had to wait for my person to come free me. I thought I’d go run after that coyote again, but after she freed me, my person shortened my leash so I couldn’t pull away again. Sometimes she spoils all my fun.