When Rocky brought home his deer this hunting season, I warned him not to let Billy see it. Billy's pretty sensitive to things being hurt, and he's recently been concerned about the variety of animals we eat. Flashback's of my cousin Jennifer's "Deer Murderer" complex kept running through my head.
OK-Helicopter mom. Butt out.
The kids were facinated by the deer. Billy watched Rocky skin it and made deer tracks all around the yard with a hoof. Alexa even dared to touch it. She did keep calling it a puppy, though. It turns out the only one afraid of the deer was Dodger (who, ironically enough, is a tough dog when he's chasing them through the mountains).
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