Storytime. Colby is a rescue. Nothing bad happened with the folks before; he just spent a lot of time in a crate kennel or outside on a line all alone. The first night he slept with me, I laid down three different blankets on the floor in different spots for him to choose from. It was an anxious night for us both, this new experience, him pacing and me unable to really close my eyes right away. I didn't want him to have an accident inside during the night and he was likely used to being shut away inside a crate and left alone.
At some point, I was starting to drift off to sleep but opened my eyes and lifted my head a little to check status on him. I couldn't see him anywhere! My room doesn't have any good hiding spots and I sleep with the door closed. I said his name and he came crawling out from under the bed! That soon became his preferred spot to rest and sleep so, I put a blanket under there for him and he often sleeps with one of his favorite toys, like Lambchop or Betty Boop. I assume because of being in the crate kennel for most of his early life, he finds the close space comforting.
I got a nice pic of him today. As soon as I got down with my camera, he kept trying to come out and lick my face, lol.
Of course, today was a fairly uneventful Adventure Dog day. But even last minute, he's gotta get the sighting in. On one of our last bathroom outings for the night, 9 p.m. I had him on the ribbon leash running around the backyard. After five minutes, he was ready to come in and as we're standing at the door, off to my left by the garden, I hear this obscene hissing/scraping sound. "Sshhhk-sshhhk-sshhhk!"
I didn't see anything and it sounded like it could have been an animal but the direction was almost to the side of the house where the cars were. I didn't know if my mother or brother had come outside to the cars and was scraping something or cleaning something. So, I called out, "Is someone there? Who is that?" And no one answered but Colby barked and something went shuffling into the tall grass.
I'm pretty familiar with deer. I have been stomped at, grunted at, and bleated at by deer. I've even heard the frustrated, grating growl of a distant dominant buck that sounds like a big dog frothing and having a fit. I have never been hissed at before. But when I told my mother the story, she said it's the warning doe give after the stomping to let the other area deer know danger is afoot. I couldn't see in the dark but I wonder if that wasn't our bold gal Juno letting her friends know about me and my scary dog.