Gone Huntin'

If you had asked me a month ago, or even yesterday, I would said that Shea does not have a hunting bone in his body. As of today, I would have to revoke that thought. He does have a little hunter in him.

As we were playing this morning at the park, same as we do every morning, Shea suddenly put his head down, nose in the snow, and caught a whiff of something. He dropped his precious tennis ball and took off. I chased and chased him, through the woods, up and down hills, dodging tree branches and bushes. Then, he darted across a four lane road. Luckily, at this point, still fairly early in the morning, there was not too much traffic. I wasn't too far behind my Shea-boy and could see that he was crossing at a safe time.

He refused to listen to my calls and continued through the wooded hillside on the other side of the street. This side, being a bit more wooded, really slowed me down. I had lost sight of him and began to panic. I whipped out my cell phone and woke Jeff's a$$ up explaining the situation in a not so calm voice. Right after I hung up, I heard what sounded like a stampede coming at me. Down at the bottom of hill I caught a glimpse of what was making the noise.

Three deer dashing across the base of the hill. Followed by none other than Shea. While it was quite a sight to see, I was somewhat nervous for a few reasons. One being they were headed toward that same four lane road in a full sprint, with no sense of caution. I also imagined that three deer, much bigger than Shea, may figure out that they outnumbered this silly white dog and that they were quite a bit bigger. With this, they could beat the crap out of him.

As fast as I am, I could not keep up with three deer and Shea. Back over in the park, thinking I would never find my boy, he was laying down, plop in the snow where we normally play. I could have killed him, but I called him with my friendliest puppy voice. Apparently, he wasn't buying it as he took off again. He must have sensed that I was a little upset with him.

At this point, however, Jeff had shown up at the park with the car. As soon as Jeff hopped out and called out Shea's name, he came running and jumped right into the car. Not quite the way I like to start my day, but more than anything, I thank God my boy made it through his deer hunting experience safely.