Thanks, Dog

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.



I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “Thanks, Dog

  1. Jane

    June 7, 2012 at 10:09am

    Hi, I was sitting last week with my new across-the-street friend, uh, Renee, when I looked up toward her house and was dumbfounded to see a doe and her VERY cute little fawn strolling out from between the houses, nibbling on the green. This being Louisville proper, I was all, “Look look look!!!”
    “Oh, yes,” Renee says calmly. “They’ve been staying back behind the houses for some time now.”
    Go to the Louisville Zoo and never even leave the front porch. Yay.

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      Marian Allen

      June 7, 2012 at 10:58am

      Hokey Smokes! It’s amazing, how close we are to the wild, even when we think we’re distanced from it. It surprises me less that deer hang around in the city than that one came up close to the house here in huntin’ country. He must know we’re practically vegetarian. Although, if he keeps eating Charlie’s hostas, that might change.

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      Marian Allen

      June 8, 2012 at 3:53pm

      Oh, those layabouts! If they just didn’t have those big loving eyes!

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