That was sarcasm, by the way.
Okay, so it isn’t enough that Joe the dog rolls around on the hostas, and it isn’t enough that he digs out wallowing places in the hosta bed. This morning, I am sitting here at my desk and I look out the window and what do I see but this:
A beautiful young buck with fuzzy little antlers. So precious — BUT EATING THE HOSTA BUDS!
And where is Joe? Good question. The culprit fled on foot. I guess I should be grateful he ran behind our car instead of over it or through it, as deer are wont to do:
Because Joe was after him? No, because #1 daughter drove past on her way to work.
About twenty minutes later, Joe ambled past the window, probably looking for that diner who left without paying.
Speaking of diners, THE CORNER CAFE blog book tour continues with author/artist Mary Montague Sikes being interviewed by our cover designer/author/artist Bodie Parkhurst over at Magic Dog Press.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Write about a denizen of nature who gets a little too close for comfort.