Molly, Dave and I looked at each other and the two hoomans cracked out laughing, both of us having the same thought. Guess who sprung to mind. You guessed....it was Gorgeous George. Molly is now too old to chase so, we all watched the deer walk off into the woods on the other side of the track and Molly spent the next 10 minutes sniffing their tracks.
The memory of Gorgeous George kept us amused for the rest of the walk. Thanks GG.


