We walked right up to them and they just stood there giving us the evil eye, until I woofed and chased them away. They ran like a bunch of scared rabbits...well, maybe more like a bunch of scared deer...but at least they ran. You never know when a crazed deer might attack. I don't think David appreciated how much danger he was in, but I knew. We went on about our business, and after I did my business, we walked back to the house...me being ever vigilant for danger.
You can read my profile for a better idea of who I am, but basically I'm a mutt, part Australian Blue Heeler and part who-knows-what. I don't mind being a mutt because I like to think that I possess the best traits of several breeds. And, besides, people tell me I have a cute face.
I just heard somebody put something in my bowl. I gotta go. Talk to you later.