Last night started out like any other night. After dinner, I went out to run around and bark at Charlie, as he played in his yard. When I went inside, I helped Dad watch TV. Typical stuff. Then, in a flash, it all changed. I looked out the back window, and saw that our yard was suddenly full of invading deer. Immediately, I sprung into action, as Dad opened the back door, to allow me to defend my neighborhood. At first, the deer looked at me, as if to say, "Who are you kidding? One barking dog against half a dozen deer? We'll eat you alive!" Once they saw the determination in my eyes, they took off into the woods, as I barked and shouted, "Don't ever come back into my neighborhood!"Dad said I saved the entire neighborhood from certain annihilation. As far as I'm concerned, that's all part of a dog's job.
p.s. Don't think for a minute that I don't like deer, because I do. It's delicious on a bed of wild rice. Woof!
2 comments:
Dear Rex,
You indeed are a brave dog to take on six wild and ferocious deer to protect your family! How would you compare yourself to Plato, the great dog of the Twentieth Century?
Curious K9
Dear Curious,
You are too kind. Of course, I have heard stories of the legendary Plato, and have often wondered what would Plato do in my situation. Quite frankly, though, there is no comparison. I am just a silly fun-loving dog. My only hope for greatness is to be a great friend.
Thanks for writing.
Your pal,
Rex the Dalmatian
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