I actually had an interesting thanksgiving.
My parents dragged me out for a five mile hike in a forest, and my genius mom decides to let out dog off the leash.
Suddenly, we all see a deer only about ten feet away from the trail. My dog bolts at it like crazy, and the deer runs away. In ten seconds, our dog is gone.
The worst thing our dog could probably do is actually catch the deer, becuase it is a small dog and would recieve a nice kick in the head from a deer. A couple of other people pass us and inform us that there are wolves and coyotes in the forest.
After about twenty minutes, we are all quite worried. Suddenly, we can hear barking coming from the forest.
An entire pack of deer are stampeding toward the path, and we had to hurry to get out of the way.
Sure enough, chasing all those deer is my tiny dog, now completely covered in mud.
Bad dog
