A Yooper didn't take this picture. You can tell because of the background. Green grass is a dead givaway. We're buried under a pile of snow, which is just how the hunters like it.
My neighbor down the road likes to hunt, but to really mix things up, he has a pet deer. Yup. He found Doey when she was a tiny little thing and he raised her. Now he's worried that someone will shoot her even though she's inside a high fence right next to the house. A distinct possibility. So we dressed Doey up in a blaze orange coat (modified, of course, thanks to Kitty's fine sewing skills).
Doey's a peach.
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving and don't spend all your dough (the paper kind) this weekend.