This morning at around 5:30 A.M. Boza and I were walking down by the river. Now, the river bottoms is a flat expanse of land that stretches as far as you can see, jammed packed full of green tall grass. Boza was standing next to me, when he pointed out tracks in the surface of the sand road at our feet. They were deer tracks, small deer, but many of these tracks, leaves me to think a herd was around somewhere. Boza sniffed the tracks and then sniffed the air. That started the fun for today…
Boza started to weave all over the field in front of me and he simply dissipated out of sight in a few minutes. I did not call him, for yes he would have come back, but there is nothing better to a dog than when they are on the scent of an animal and I knew that he would be surprised when he discovered these animals. To be honest I was not sure what would happen, who would run first, Boza or the deer…
I waited and watched, occasionally a Boza head would spring up above everything and once or twice he looked to see if I was still there. Then, it all happened at around a kilometer away from me. Boza found the place where the deer were bedded down for the night and they were still home…
I am here to tell you that life does not get any better than this. Last year Boza discovered a duck and Boza tried to catch him, but that was nothing compared to this time…
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Too make a short story even shorter; The deer (eight of them in all) headed across the field straight toward me, I stepped back behind a fir tree along side of the road and watched. The deer were making squealing noises as if the devil himself were after them. Then leaping like a frog after mosquitoes, here comes Boza running for all he is worth and trying to clear the grass in a single leap and bound to catch them. The deer were faster, but only just a tiny bit and Boza must have been charged on adrenalin at that point, because I have never seen him move this fast…
Now what kind of buddy would I be if I did not help my favorite hunter?
The deer did not see me and they were coming straight at me. I was behind a fir and dressed in blues and greens for clothing color. They had no idea that I was around and they were running for dear life, those poor dear deers. They reached my spot and I stepped out waving my walking stick. The deer froze like statues and out of the eight deer, three fell and Boza torn through the middle of them and almost fell near me, because he could not stop in time also. Then the deer with a chorus of squeals, took off back the way they came. Boza looked at me and I said, “Net!” Which means “No” in this part of the world and Boza stood there and watch the deer disappear into the morning mist…
Now I fed Boza extra goodies when we got home and he is sound asleep under the bed right now. I was impressed with how he was able to track them to their bed and even more impressed with how fast he is. For Boza is a good dog and would never hurt anything, but when it runs, it is fair game to chase. An animal that does not run, is left alone by Boza. As many cats have discovered with him. He is not a fighter, but he is all for fun and games and these deer in his mind wanted to play and run. Once he reached me and everything reversed direction, he knew it was time to end the fun part and laugh at what we saw…
Boza s the best dog I have ever owned and Sveta found him at a gas station. She just could not leave him there after the station people said he needs a home. I think she saw a kindred soul in him and we took him home with us. I have owned many dogs and had many favorites, but Boza is the top of the line and has a soul and spirit of a true genial animal, that looks at life as just a big bowl of cherries, even when the cherry pits get bit by the teeth and it hurts…
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