We have quite a few deer living in the woods behind our house. They make an appearance every morning. Usually, it's rather uneventful. They eat their leaves and retreat into the forest. Not this morning. This morning it was massive chaos, because this morning, our crazy German Shepherd, Schultz, decided it would be a lot of fun to chase the deer.
I took him out at six o'clock in the morning, when it was still dark, to do his business. Unbeknownst to me, the entire herd was grazing in my backyard. Schultz spotted them immediately. There was no way I could hold the hundred pound beast back.
He charged. I heard the deer scatter. He chased them into the woods. And out.
"Schultz!" I bellowed as two deer ran past me.
Schultz was in hot pursuit of another one. The deer came toward me and quickly swerved when she spotted me.
Fortunately, the beast is a well-trained creature. He skidded to a stop. The deer ran off to who-only-knows where, and Schultz followed me into the house, with a big doggy grin and his tongue nearly dragging on the ground.