Dexter's first close encounter with a deer :)
Last Saturday, I took our miniature long-haired dachshund, Hobbes (he's a mini mini at just under ten pounds) out into the back yard one last time before going out to dinner, and he started to walk to the back of the yard, into the woods. Up pops this doe, on the other side of the fence, and rather than bolting, which we've seen hundreds of times in the 25 years we've lived here, she jumped over the fence, runs at him and starts stomping on him with her front hooves.
I freaked and ran at her, screaming and yelling, and she ran away, snorting and huffing. I suspect, but did not see, a fawn nearby.
Hobbes spent three days at the emergency vet, after having surgery to push his spleen back into his body cavity, and he has one hell of a hoof-shaped bruise on this side, and a cut on the other, but he's happy to be home and healing.
That could have gone a whole different way...
I am far less tolerant of deer in my yard than I used to be.
Ray Barkalow
firstrays.com
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