Strangers in The Night, Exchanging Glances . . .


So my daddy takes me out last night a bit later than usual so I can …….pee. We walk down to the end of the street where I lke to go and there on my turf….right in the middle is ……?     I am really not sure, another being? an Alien? a dog with big ears? a …..herbivore?           On MY turf!

He/She was bigger than….

but smaller than………..

We all just stared at each other for 3 – 4 minutes. My dad stood still, I stood stretched out trying to smell and see who he was, and the deer didn’t budge. He didn’t even flinch, just held his ground. I wanted to go say ” Hi!” my dad was waiting for a ny kind of reaction, secretly hoping the deer would come over and say “Hi!” and we all just stood there about 50 feet away from each other.

I think my dad was hoping the deer was mistaking me for one of his friends and would come over so he crouched down behind me…didn’t work, the deer never came over. I was not sure if I should give chase and try to play or if I should just wait. The deer? who knows what he was thinking, he was either scared stiff and couldn’t move, wasn’t sure about us, (these herbivore/carnivore social encounters are very awkward and can sometimes end messy), or as my dad started thinking had babies sleeping in the woods that were close by and was standing his ground to protect them. So to show some decorum  and to avoid any “he said/she said” late nigth bar brawl kind of events that usually end up on the evening news and nobody really walks away the winner hangover the next day. We decided to walk away slowly in the other direction and let the deer have his friday night in peace. Part of me still yeans though. What if it was a she, what if she could have been “the one”? Maybe because it was late and dark, maybe I had a few too many dog biscuits, but she shure looked good to me! ……………….sigh, hopefully we will meet again. Maybe next time we can cross this divide?

(Ofcourse, if it all went badly, I think we could have taken him.There were two of us, I am a carnivore, and my dad had his big pooper scooper shovel.)

Life Lesson: Late night encounters are tricky and sometimes it is best to let what could have been be “what could have been”.

Strangers in The Night.


Sometimes it is those late night chance encounters when you meet a new friend that become so memorable. I was just out with my mom and dad waiting near the Beacon train station walking around on the ferry dock and…that is where I met Harley.

He isn’t much of a Harley, more like a Vespa. But he was cool, he just walked right up to me with no fear and smelled my paw, (all he could reach), so maybe he is a little bit like a Harley, he had no fear! He even gave me a little growl and bark as if was going to bite a toe or something, but it was all cool. So we hung out and smelled each other for a little while and then parted ways. Like too ships passing in the night. …..what is that old song, “Strangers in the Night”? Wasn’t that Sinatra? …I wonder what breed he was?

Life Lesson: Chance encounters at night ad a little song to your history