So we have some acreage and hubby and I have a path that we like to walk. Over the years, our dogs have recognized our movements when we decide to go for a walk, even if it's been awhile since we did it. When we put our tennis shoes on...that does it. They jump and bark and squeal and can't wait to get on the path!
A few years ago, we were headed down the path and Zip had joined us as usual. He will stay with us until he sees, hears or smells something interesting in the trees or tall grass and then he takes off to explore!
We had rounded the corner at the front of the property when all of the sudden we hear him barking like he's on to something so we stopped and turned around. Well he had flushed out a Momma deer and she wasn't too happy about it. We knew she had a baby laying between the trees at the front of the property somewhere but didn't think they would be there at that time of day. It was right before dusk.
So he is chasing her towards the fence that they usually jump over and all of the sudden, Momma decided she had had enough of this short, stout, L-O-U-D little pest (and I'm sure she was familiar with him) and she stopped! As we watched, she looked down at him as he barked at her, and she started chasing HIM! Suddenly the fierce barking turned into crying and squealing like she was killing him! With his tail tucked, he was a white and brown STREAK of fur coming right for us! He wanted us to save him! She had only taken a couple of steps towards him then turned and jumped over the fence but he thought she was hot on his trail!
Hubby and I were bent over, laughing so hard we were crying as Zip ran behind us for protection! Our big, bad guard-dog had met his match!
He THINKS he's Billy-Bad-Ass, but let whatever he is chasing, turn towards him and he runs for the hills!
Don't mess with a Doe!
Musings of a modern day Mamaw.
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