It was very fortuitous that Linda waited until her arms were rested before she took us out on the trail. She ended up carrying me 30 minutes. It wasn't because I was tired, it was because I was scared. We were doing our normal trail walk, and I was scooting along just fine. There is a deer trail we take sometimes (where we did the rainbow photo a few weeks back.) I love walking down that trail, but today, I would not budge. As soon as she started to cut into the woods of the main path, I backed up and hunkered down to the ground. Linda was wearing her earbuds listening to her work music (not the smartest thing on a trail alone) so she took them off to see if she heard a dog up ahead. It was quite, so she started walking again this time leaving her music off. I told her not to go, but she picked me up and carried me anyway. Even Chimmie was walking kind of tentatively. About 1/2 way down the trail, there was a huge, loud crash in the woods to our right, and we heard a bunch of splashing through the stream. We scared up a whole passel of deer! I HATE deer. They scare the fur off me. I could smell them and that is why I did not want to go. The whole way back I would not walk so she had to carry me. Next time she'll listen to me. If all these deer came into my yard, I would have a heart attack.
