Who knew a couple of whitetail deer could make you feel guilty. It's the holiday season and I've been a bit late putting out the snacks, parties and all of that stuff. So when I got home yesterday and went outside to trot out the food, Charlotte and Pixie were waiting for me and they were not happy. Talk about the stink eye followed by the "just where have you been, missy?" look, followed by the hiss and the tail flick. They told me.
They were of course not too done in by the huge indignity of my transgression, not to come trotting back two minutes later for their treats.
Girls, really now. I heard you, but it is the holiday season, so some slack should be cut.