Tucker and the Deer

So last week I spent the fourth of July in Maine with my family and much to my excitement, Tucker got to come with me. He had a blast! Every chance he got, he was on the rocks in front of the house (these are more boulder type rocks than pebbles). He was like a little billy goat and every night he would crash hard after so much activity. Putting himself to bed and snoring indiscriminately. For those of you who have been, you may remember there is a small road that curves around Ocean Point that basically makes a big circle (for those of you who haven't, we need to fix that!). Early one morning, I was walking Tucker and cut through the middle road (literally called Middle Road) which goes through the woods. As we were walking, we came face to face with a large female deer. We were all at a stand still, Tucker and I looking at the deer looking back at us. Everyone was quiet, deciding who was going to make the first move. We stood there for about 30 seconds when Tucker, being Tucker, ripped a big one and broke the silence (wind) sending the deer bounding in the opposite direction.