Early today in a heavy fog Max and I ventured forth so that he could do his morning constitutional. About halfway through this I noticed a small herd of 6 - 8 deer on a grassy knoll directly in front of our motor home. I finally got Max's attention, and then he noticed the deer too. He came to a point, lifting his left front foot, tail fully raised, and uttered a soft low growl. We started to walk toward the herd when they noticed this menace approaching. With heads turned toward us and raised white tails, they were poised for flight. As we drew closer, they began to run toward the road. Not wanting to have a deer run into the road and cause an accident, we stopped. Max kept growling softly. He really wanted to get those deer.
I got him turned away, and he finally finished his morning business. The deer had slipped away into the fog. Max still wanted to chase after them. Max thinks he is a hunter, pointer, or bird dog, but in reality he is one small white Westie. Right now he is sleeping at my feet and dreaming of chasing deer. Happy travels.
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