Who let the dog out?

Every school day starts out the same way, I walk Cameron to the bottom of the driveway and we wait for the bus. It’s usually pretty uneventful and that’s just the way I like it.

On one particular morning something caught my eye up the hill from us. It was a dog and it was between us and the house. Normally I wouldn’t be at all worried about an adorable yellow lab in my yard, but there was something about this dog that had me worried.

He had an aggressive nature about him, it was in the way he stood and the noise that wasn’t quite a growl but was most definitely not friendly. Snapping into mama bear mode, I push Cameron behind me knowing that I’ll take this dog on if I have to.

The bus finally came and I was eager to get Cameron aboard so I wouldn’t have to worry about him. All the kids were looking out the windows at the cute lab with the big stick hanging out of his mouth.

Did I mention that? He had a rather large stick in his mouth and I assumed that was why he was acting so aggressively. Dogs can get territorial about their sticks sometimes.

He crosses the driveway, still blocking my way to the house and is now closer to me…And he’s growling. This is it, I’m going to have to fight this dog to get home and it’s going to hurt.

He drops his stick near the driveway and is jumping around barking at me. As I continue up the driveway, careful not to take my eyes off of him, I am now next to where he dropped his stick. The dog goes nuts as I look down at it but thankfully does not make a move towards me.

I look at the stick and realize it’s not a stick at all.

It’s a deer leg!!! A FREAKING DEER LEG! The limb of a deer. SERIOUSLY?!?

Only on The Hill does one encounter a sweet looking yellow lab acting aggressively over a chunk of rotting deer.

Thankfully he was kind enough to take it with him when he left.