"Look," said Gregg.
Oh, uh, hey. Nothing to see here,
just move along...
Ray, who had, as usual, been at the end of his 18' lead, stopped.
I took a few quick shots of the deer then noticed an unfamiliar weight leaning into me. I looked down to find a Redtick Coonhound attached to my leg; Ray was "looking" in the direction of the deer.
"The wind is in the right direction," said Gregg, "He must smell it."
Still attached to my leg, Ray yelled.
|I'm outta here!|
I felt well protected by the blind hound, (or maybe he was seeking protection by me, I couldn't be sure).
We finished our hike, bundled Ray into the car and headed home. When we got there, we extracted Ray from the backseat and attached him to his frontyard tether. Ray found his sunny spot, rearranged the mulch along the front walkway to make it a bit more comfy, and collapsed, exhausted from his adventure of the day.
|What the heck was that thing?|
|Jeez I'm glad to be home|