Nose to Nose

First off...I couldn't resist.  Second...I think she liked the way I smelled. (well, I DID just have a bath!)

That's my story and I'm sticking to it!

What am I talking about?

My Nose.  Another Nose.  Up close and too personal.  Mama's heart leaping out of her chest. 

Still lost?  Ok...from the beginning.  With the time change, dusk NOW comes earlier.  This was precisely WHY Mom should have put her glasses on!  DUSK!  Working all afternoon (hogging the computer again) Mom FINALLY decides it's SCRAPPY time...(only after I scratch at her feet and give her THE Look!)   She falls for it (hook, line and sinker)   "Do you wanna go for a walk?"   Yippee!  *jumping around, major body and tail wags,  cute little yip* 

Mom makes her way to the entry closet and then she pulls out the dreaded sweater.  I am not all that thrilled to have to wear it, but if that's what it takes to get us out there on a walk, I will wear the silly dreaded sweater.  Fine.  Okay.  Let's get this part over with.

One leg in...then the other....(here I am not looking all that eager to be wearing the silly dreaded sweater....)

Out the door, we go AT LAST...

Truth be told (and lucky for me), it's only about 50 (Scrappy) steps to the field.  I am off leash...having fun.. Feeling free.  It's ALMOST dark, but not quite.  Just about there though...and then I spot them.. not too far away in the field and I am compelled to BARK.  They run...well, all but ONE...she lingers behind...curious I think about ME, the Scrappy one in the silly sweater.

Mom is a NOT pleased.  I trot closer.  (It's partly her fault for NOT seeing them)  Calmly, but deliberately, she tells me..."Scrappy, NO!"  
However... I simply cannot resist...soooooo, I inch a little closer...and there we are.... NOSE to NOSE...this beautiful yearling Doe and I!  (Mom is now a basketcase (of fret )....with good reason!)  The "moment" doesn't last all that long...that beautiful deer and I (just briefly) HAD to touch noses and catch a little whiff of one another! ...I am quite certain it had to be fragrance of THE baby powder shampoo that attracted her!  ...because she just caught her quick whiff and ran off, but only went about 15 yards and then stopped and watched the scene...the lecture from Mom!....YES. I know how lucky I am that I was not kicked, stomped on, killed or hurt.  Yes, I am (a little) sorry!  I glance over at the Doe and she is still watching me.  "Let's go, Scrappy!  That's enough excitement for today!"   (Mom is secretly blaming herself for forgetting the glasses and giving me too much freedom!)

We (thankfully) continue on around the usual loop and as we near the driveway, the moon shines big and bright in the sky above.   

                                                
                                             Mostly dark now...In the door we go...

The sweet scent of that doe still in my nose, mom's shoes come off.  She reaches down...one leg out, then the other....I wiggle a bit and finally pull my head out of the dreaded sweater. 


Dinner follows.  A few games of fetch after that.  I am eager to go upstairs and go to sleep....so I can DREAM about being out in that field nose to nose...Oh the WONDER!