Crap- now I'm going to have to check out your profile at home. Because 8 hours a day on MDA apparently isn't enough . . .
We used to take our dog into the woods when I was growing up and let her roam. I remember one time my sister and I heard some crashing in the woods and saw a deer jump out and stand in the path looking at us like , "WTH?" before dashing off the other side. The deer-colored dog following shortly thereafter didn't spare us a second glance. (She never caught anything big, but Mom didn't realize how critter-free she kept the garden until she'd passed away)