When I was a Realtor I went out to get a listing on a country place, very redneck, old trailer and lots of junk on a half-acre. Lady there had a pet coyote, when I got out of the car that SOB came running out from under the porch and latched onto the toe of one of my good wingtip shoes. Ripped the shoe up pretty good , couldnt get him off, lady came out finally and smacked him a couple of good ones with a big stick. He let go and I left.

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