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!
