Adventures in Oliver Land.
So about the Oliver vrs. Deer thing I had wanted to blog about this past weekend, let me elaborate now.
Saturday morning at 6am Oliver greeted me, just as he always does, by crawling his way up to my face very slowly, then waking me with a wet puppy kiss. Because Dave get’s up at 6am Monday to Friday for work, this pattern is engraved in his puppy head. Anyhow the story was that Saturday morning I took him out for his pee, and as soon as he stepped outside he bolted to the neighbours backyard. His doggy friend Jade lives there so I guess he heard rustling and thought it was her. So anyhow, Oliver goes charging into the backyard and I hear all this banging around and rustling when out of the dewy dawn leapt a young doe. She looked terrified and took off up our street, Oliver chasing behind her yelping. Mostly out of shock I figure, cause let’s face it, a 10 pound dog is never hunting a doe. Anyhow, the doe then runs right into a chain link fence, obviously terrified. I felt so sorry for him, but kept my distance to ensure my own safety. I turned around to find Oliver had since run back to our house and was hiding out on the deck, watching cautiously from afar. The doe then made her way over the fence and ran off into the sunrise and tree’s around my street. At this point Oliver had not yet had his morning pee, as all of this happened so fast. However, he was so afraid he was shaking and wanted me to let him into the house. I had to pick him up and carry him into the backyard, were he pee’d reluctantly, looking over his shoulder the entire time. The moment he finished his pee he ran back to the door to be let in. Poor guy, his first experience with the wildlife living around our home was a terrifying one.