If Yote could grasp one cosmic truth, it’d be this: Not every “treasure” on the trail is trail mix! This coyote-hearted pup turns every stroll into a gastric game of Russian roulette, vacuuming up public prizes like a four-legged garbage disposal. Yote’s Public Feast Fascists foraging flair shines on hikes, where she snags sand spur-shrouded surprises faster than a squirrel spots shilajit. Picture her chomping mystery wrappers from paths or gulping “free samples” from roadside picnics—think discarded fries, chicken wings bones .. much like tales of dogs devouring everything from floor tiles to false teeth. Once, mid-family Yearling Trail trek, Yote inhaled a half-buried burger bun laced with who-knows-what, emerging triumphant while we humans packed lunches like civilized folk. Another marina morning, she scarfed a fisherman’s bait wrapper, tail wagging like she’d won the lottery—until the inevitable backyard “poop explosion” party. Foraging walks turn epic: butterflies, bees(pooping rainbows, anyone?), or squirrel-munched mushrooms she eyes covetously. Why Yote’s a Coyote Clone blame her inner wild child—coyotes are opportunistic omnivores, scarfing rodents, fruits, garbage, and pets’ kibble in urban spots like Florida’s wild edges. Yote channels that, treating public paths as her personal buffet, ignoring my pleas while I hike. Taming the Trash Terrorists and “leave it” commands help, but Yote’s vacuum nose wins battles. Pro tip: Distract with her fave treats during outings, turning hikes into bonding over safe snacks amid cypress and sinkholes. One day, she’ll get it: Public pickings poison pooches, not power them. Until then, her antics fuel blogs—and vet bills—like this one. Note to readers, shes not that bad her favorite is chicken poop, I bring snacks for her on every adventure, she listens better than most people’s kids even mine 🤣
Gentle Trails journal 
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