One lucky guinea pig

Last summer, mom brought Lilly to Cape Cod... just so she would have SOMETHING to do while my dad and brother are sitting around bored. Lilly was running around on the deck, which was ok because she's afraid of stairs so she won't go exploring off the deck. Mom brought her in for the night, and the next morning, something big had knocked over some chairs looking for Lilly. I guess her scent was all over the place. They think it was a coyote.

A few weeks ago, mom let her run around in the grass while mom was sorta hands-and-knees gardening. She suddenly noticed two hawks circling overhead. Wonder what they're looking for. Oh right, small rodents that look like they might be dead. Oh gee maybe I should bring Lilly inside, since she doesn't really exercise, she just kind of blobs there.

I swear that animal is going to survive everything exciting and then suffocate on the fat surrounding her neck.