Deer in my yard

Mom and Dad are talking about something called hunting season. They say we have to be careful when we're outside at dawn and dusk because some of the hunters are also "fucking idiots." I'm not sure what one of those is, but I can tell from the way Dad says it, it's not a good thing to be. 

The hunters are after the deer. Hey! So am I! I love to chase the deer out of my yard! They see me and they run away. Mom says I can chase them as far as the stone fence, the top of the hill, or to just beyond the shed. So far I've remembered and stopped because it's pretty obvious deer are really fast when a wolf is after them. And boy can they jump! 

All last summer we saw a single doe and her two fawns. Mom and Dad asked me not to chase the little ones so I didn't. It was really hard for me to sit and watch them come out of the woods and walk through the yard, but I did it. I'm Deuce! I'm a good dog!

Now there is a big herd coming into the yard to eat acorns. Mom's been trying to get a picture of all of them at once but so far she hasn't gotten the shot she wants. She'll keep trying. Mom's persistent. 

Mom says come spring we can take a walk through the woods, off the paths, and look for shed antlers. That sounds like a lot of fun! Maybe one of the bucks will drop an antler in my yard and I can give it to Mom. I bet she'd really like that. 

Or maybe not. Maybe if I find one in my yard, I'll get to keep it. After all, it's a known fact that all things found by the Lab, belong to the Lab.