I was just outside with Monty on the front lawn after dark. Looking at the stars, the moon, listening the quiet lake, watching Monty wander around and pee on everything.
Then I heard this from the woods, about 30 feet from me.
I had no idea what it was and I wasn’t stopping to find out. I grabbed Monty’s leash and we ran like the speed of light around the front of the house and up onto the deck and into the house, the whole time sure an animal was about to sink its teeth into my jugular.
Brave Jeff went outside, armed with nothing more than a flashlight. He said he could hear a deer take off into the woods.
I am so glad I don’t live alone out here!
And interesting that I took off running. Isn’t that exactly what you aren’t supposed to do?