Bambi and Thumper

Recently I was awakened unceremoniously by the dog going ballistic.  Now, Greta is large and persistent, and she has taught me to rouse myself to respond to her instinctual alarms.  So, down the stairs I plodded with Greta barking to hurry me up.   At that moment a hideous death scream came from outside. Something was unwillingly being killed. Grumbling, I opened the kitchen door as the dog pushed past me, and burst into the frigid late night air. Continue reading

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