More accurately, a regular deer.
I let the dogs out Friday night and about a minute later heard them
I ran out to the back yard, but couldn't see them; the sound was coming
from behind a stand of seven foot tallgrass that obscured my view. As I
got nearer, I saw a flash of brown and white, much larger than a
Sheltie, headed directly at me at high speed.
I started turning to get out of the way, but wasn't fast enough- the doe
collided with me at full speed. Strictly on the basis of mass, I should
have been the winner- but she was going full tilt bozo and delivered a
substantial if glancing blow as she shot past me and bounded over the
I was spun in a vector and at a velocity totally inappropriate for
someone of my age and decrepitude. To my credit, I somehow managed to
stay on my feet. My immediate feeling was relief (my body had not yet
determined the precise location and intensity of the pain it was going
to begin relentlessly transmitting to my brain).
Then I looked down.
There stood three Shetland sheepdogs with expressions ranging from pity
to disgust. I could almost hear their disparaging comments concerning my
absymal herding abilities. "We chased it right to you, Dad. You're
bigger! You have opposable thumbs! You let it go right by you! We were
looking forward to something other than dry kibble!"
The ring of pain pulsing around my pelvic girdle can be numbed with
NSAIDs. But it's going to take a lot of pizza crusts slipped under the
table to regain my true alpha standing with the rest of the pack.
At least they didn't tell the cats.
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