The Daily Digital Photo
Chronicling the life of Clayton and Spenser, with memories of Scooter
December 13, 2007
Marguerite sent me a nice note yesterday saying how she's enjoyed the ongoing
saga of the Deer Attack. Right or wrong, I shall extrapolate from her encouragement
and give you just one more day of it. As you have probably figured out, the jeans above
were the ones Phillip had on during the D.A. No need for you to see the whole
bloody mess, but suffice it to say that it was, well, a bloody mess.
But believe it or not,
while the deer's antler penetrated Phillip's leg, it did NOT penetrate the rugged
denim of these Carhartt jeans. (Let that be a note to any of you anticipating
a run-in with a deer, moose, or other horned mammal.) Okay, now fast forward a day.
I'm embarrassed to say that the jeans were where he'd left them, next to the sliding
glass door in the living room; I just didn't want
to deal with them.
So I'm sitting at my
computer and I hear Spenser tearing a squeaky toy apart. But he keeps at it and
I know there's no way a Dollar store squeaky toy is going to hold up to that.
Figured it out yet? Yes, he had chewed off a large chunk of denim that was
flavored, shall we say "red," and was working on more. Fortunately there was
no denim blockage, no return trip to the emergency vet, and the jeans went out
with the trash. So to Marguerite and others, I hope you have enjoyed this official conclusion to the
by now interminable saga of the Deer Attack. THE END!