I would be thankful, but...

Susan doesn’t intend to be mean. But, sometimes, she just doesn’t understand.
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A few weeks ago, I was on a delightful walk with my best friend in all the world, Teddy.
 

Isn’t he just the most handsome dog ever?

We were walking the Out and Back Trail in Carlisle that goes through the Lost Forty timber near where we both used to live. Teddy’s mom, Amy, and Susan had graciously let us off our leashes and we were taking advantage of all the sniffs. Even though it was chilly, we also took a dip in the pond. Ahhh, refreshing.

I found an interesting skull, but Susan made me drop it.

We'd reached our turn-around point and were on our return journey, when I caught a whiff. And just like that, I hopped off that cement trail, dashed into the woods, under an old barbed wire fence, and found it. An entire deer. Dead, but still fresh. I was ready to dive right in when I heard Susan call. I wanted to obey, but the deer was right there in all its meaty goodness. I took a nibble.

I could still hear Susan calling, but she'd moved down the trail and the sound of her voice was fainter. I could easily catch her when I wanted. I knew where she was going, she never gets off the path. I settled into some serious dining.

After a bit, I heard the voices again. Louder. Teddy, Amy, the kid Sophie, and Susan were all tromping through the woods to find me. I did what every obedient dog does. I tried to come and bring the dead deer with me. But all my tugging and pulling didn’t move that deer one inch. Susan caught me in mid-pull. I just knew she would help drag the deer back to the car so we could both enjoy it. And maybe share it with Teddy and his family.

Then, she did the unthinkable. She snapped on my leash and pulled me away from it. She left the deer!

So, if you’re walking the Out and Back trail and go into the woods at the top of the hill, that dead deer is MINE.

​You may bring it to me at my house by Easter Lake. And then, I will be thankful.