An unbiased account of the creatures and characters of Western New York, plus my usual ramblings.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Loud and Frosty Mornings
This is how I start every morning. Open the door, step out onto the freezing deck and "cheer" Rusty onto the grass, then shut the door and put my shoes on so I can walk with him. This method will end soon.
This is where he spent Saturday, the first day of regular deer season.
Was Rusty in the basement because he could hear gunshots? Or just so he wasn't mistaken for a small deer?
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