Deer in the Headlights


| 11/5/2009 1:00:24 PM


Tags: deer, lawn, domestic episodes,

A photo of Shirley Rodeo VanScoykEvery morning when I wake up, I do some mental sorting out – usually along the lines of remembering that I am alone now in the house, thinking of things I have to do like grocery shop and work related duties. Before I could not do this because the minute my eyes would fly open, my dogs would be awake and to prevent having to clean up accidents, I would have jump into some clothes of any description, find shoes, tear down the stairs, snap leashes on their necks and then open the door barely in time to keep Ms. Manchester from piddling on the floor in the hallway. About a year ago I started putting all three dogs into crates at night, not sharing my bed with them, and we have ALL been sleeping better. I have time to get properly dressed (if you count striped pj bottoms and a sweatshirt) and control the stampede down the stairs. There have been LOTS fewer accidents.

This morning was no different – a little sniffling about the alone situation, happy dogs excited about another day here in heaven, and out the door to greet the day. It’s been raining for days but this morning the grass was lush and green, the sky was bright, and, all in all, it was a good way to wake up.

Because of some construction, we (me and the dog-tourage) go out the front door – Big American Bull Dog on a pink leash, Little Manchester on a blue leash, Old Jack Russell NOT on a leash. The control of the dogs on the leashes is a fanciful ballet of high kicks and slipped discs. OJR can not be on a leash because of his terrible accident as a puppy when he was kicked by one of the horses and survived a head injury, which left him with short term memory loss and small seizures. Don’t feel bad for him – he wakes up every day in this Dog Heaven and says to himself HEY WE HAVE A BARN! and it’s all gravy from there. But he can not wear a leash because even if we put the thinnest gossamer thread of a leash on him, the minute we attach it to his collar he falls over. We don’t know why, but it’s not funny any more so we just try to keep track of him. The other two – well, they have bad habits that involve chasing livestock or attacking animals larger than themselves and need the control til they get to the fenced dog play yard.

As I have said, this morning we leave the front door without incident (by the time you get to the bottom of this post you will be wondering WHY at that very minute I did not KNOW something was WRONG – having Three Very Active Noses working) and head to the dog play yard. The goats are in their adjacent play yard, and there is some fence jousting and threats and intimidation on both sides but it never goes anywhere. Big Yellow Horse and Big Brown Horse give a glance and head for the pasture. Ripper and the grandkids usually arrive to catch the bus before I get out, and they let the chickens out (again, you are going to wonder why THEY didn’t alert us). The Ugly White Rooster is on top of the chicken house crowing. An idyllic morning. Picture Perfect. Quiet.

Daughter-In-Law is out on the lawn with Youngest Grandson ready for the bus. He does his chicken count, DIL and I exchange bleary good mornings and lean over the fence watching the dogs and the goats and the horses and the chickens, and in general, accessing the very good life that God has given us. We go back in THE FRONT DOOR (again, completely clueless as to what is around us) and sit on the sofa and start to wonder why the traffic is going past the house sooooo sllllooowwwly.

In fact, I remark on it. “Look, that car is going past the house realllllly sloooowly.”

karen grosheim
4/28/2010 12:20:21 PM

With the deer being that bloated, I think someone was trying to pull one over on you. I don't think the dogs or you and DIL missed it the first time out.


cookiebaker
11/7/2009 11:47:42 AM

another great story! you can't make this stuff up... but you sure make life on the farm sound interesting


rodeo princess
11/7/2009 6:50:53 AM

Stephanie - I would have been happy to have you come take whatever you wanted. I still long for those antlers. Good luck this season!


stephanie_3
11/6/2009 12:14:33 PM

Great story!!! As a deer hunter, myself, I will have to dwell on this story as I get up at 4:30am and trudge to my stand in the dark. Only to wait there, trying not to take an bathroom break. I only wish I was there to share the bounty, you can have the head!!!


dogcrate king
11/6/2009 6:13:57 AM

What a story! I really enjoy reading your stuff!





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