I'm not sure it was supposed to be this way. Jazzie and I stood three feet away from the deer this new morning. They weren't bothered by our presence. Jazzie has been trained to stop then sit. The mission is to let the deer pass. It's their forest and we are only the visitors. I remember when a doe charged at Jazzie because she was with a fawn. Sitting still Jazzie looked up at me as if to be asking, "What did I do wrong? I'm a good girl!" She must think they are weird looking dogs with trees growing on top of their heads. If they are trees where are the leaves? The lesson taken is based on our personal walks through each unwritten day. We can waste a lot of energy trying to shape what's already been laid out or we can see the atmosphere without leaving the altitude. If you begin to grow trees on top of your head, consider yourself part of nature.