Sometimes in the morning we are greeted by deer in the backyard:

The first time, I shuffled sleepily into the bathroom and looked out the window and thought, I wonder if we'll ever see deer out there. Then I took a closer look and realized there were two them calmly nibbling on the grass. I know lots of people think of them as pests, but I find them a charming sight. They seem to leave the vegetable garden alone, not that I have any idea what is actually growing there. I thought vegetables would be more recognizable as what they actually are, but about half of them are a complete mystery to me.

Seamus is entranced by the deer, watching them avidly from various vantage points:

He likes the new house quite a bit, but I think the deer just might be his favorite part of the whole move.

He really does seem to be feeling much better. Doesn't he look happy playing with this new toy from his Aunt Becky?

He's certainly carrying it around the house energetically:

I'm still pretty worried about him though, watching him like a hawk for any signs of a relapse. He goes back to the vet in two weeks for a checkup, and we'll decide what to do for him then. For now I have to content myself with giving him extra cuddles every day, and hoping for the best.

Posted by Bad Penguin at September 2, 2009 7:06 AM