- By Kate Hopkins –
The morning of Friday Oct. 29 was calm. The long fingers of a humid, golden dawn slowly unfurled a golden light through the remaining brittle russet leaves on the oak trees. I awoke and shuffled to the door to let the dogs out for before pushing the mandatory button on the coffee maker.
Normally, the dogs return quickly because they have learned that a treat first thing in the morning is as mandatory as the aforementioned coffee. On this morning, the dogs were oddly absent.
Immediately I shoved my feet into my fleece lined shoes and set out to find them. Letting the screen door slam behind me, I stepped off the deck and lifted my eyes to the sight of my 7.5 pound dog, Ernie, standing at full attention facing a healthy white-tail buck. There was no barking, no stomping, no posturing on either side of that ridiculously unmatched face-off. I froze for a moment assessing what, exactly, I was looking at.
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