Thursday morning, I was almost out of time. Instead of walking through Elysian Park, I chose the short walk to the Baxter Stairs with Rosie, “my” dog. Rosie and I walked up the hill on Ewing Street, trotted along Park Drive. Then we started down the stairs. About a third of the way down the steps we saw a man and an elderly pit bull climbing up. Behind them seemed to be a silvery dog, which turned out to be the bold coyote. At first, I assumed they all were together, until I noticed the second dog was holding back. And that it wasn’t on the stairs, it was on the dirt footpath that led crossways over one of the undeveloped lots next to the steps. The pit and his owner passed, and Rosie and I moved closer to the coyote, who skittered back about fifteen feet.