Yes, you read the title correctly. Scruffy is my hero!!!
On Monday, Mumsie saw four deer in our yard. She gets mad when they roam out there, cuz they eat the bushes and use the grass as an outhouse. (Scruffy thinks of them as leaving "snacks" for him.) So Mumsie, ran outside with 2 of her soup pots bashing them together. The deer looked mildly annoyed and moved a little toward the back of our yard.
Mumsie was too lazy to chase them, but when she opened the sliding door, I slid out. I went after those big, bad deer. All 11 pounds of me, barking my little Lakie head off. (Some might call it yapping....)
Three of them ran away. But the fourth...he/she was a problem. It had no antlers, but it sure acted like it was a boy. He turned and faced me and had the temerity to continue eating, though I was all of 5 feet away. I charged at him, and he got MAD. He snorted at me and put his head down and pawed the grass with his right front hoof. Mumsie freaked out. She opened the door and yelled for Scruff.
That foxy wire didn't have to be asked twice. He flew across the yard in full hunting mode and charged the deer!!! The deer kept snorting and pawing and Scruffy flew in his face snapping and the deer backed up, then turned tail and RAN!!!!!
Mumsie stood there holding her soup pots with her mouth hanging open. She was so proud of Scruffy!!!!! He kept running the property line just waiting for Mean Deer to come back. I ran the property line too, just in case. (Mumsie; Actually, she pranced...huge leaps in the air on springy Lakie legs.....)
Here's what the deer looked like.
Here's our yard....Scruffy had to run all the way to the back to rescue me!!!!! I thought he had wings! See the fence up....that's deer fencing to keep the deer from eating ALL of the bushes!
Here's Scruff and me on patrol. He could have been kicked and hurt badly, saving me. I LOVE MY BROTHER!!!!!!!!!