Our 'Deer' New Roommate

 Well without further ado here he is, our new roommate...he's technically named Limpy due to the fact that he was limping when he was spotted by Mr. 24 on a hunting trip...I know, very original, that's why I say 'technically named' as I think he's deserving of a much more majestic name, though one hasn't occurred to me yet.

He officially joined our household the day before Thanksgiving so he was able to take part in the festivities, mostly by just observing everyone and watching us eat though.

 I was very trepidatious about his becoming a part of our home as I'm a huge animal lover and have never liked (read-abhorred) the idea of trophy animals, but Mr. 24 on the other hand grew up in Alaska and didn't even taste beef until he was nine. His family hunted and caught every piece of meat they ate for the first nine years of his life, mostly moose and venison, with rabbits and salmon thrown in for good measure. 

Mr. 24 hadn't been hunting in ages when a neighbor invited him to go several years ago, and thus poor dear Limpy entered our lives. The only thing that eases the thought of his demise for me is the fact that he was already injured and was taken out of his misery. He also ended up being turned into charcuterie...that helped a bit as well, he wasn't 'wasted'.

For several years he lived in Mr. 24's office, but recently the Mr. changed offices, and they can no longer hang out at work together. They might be able work together again someday, but for now, 'Limpy' will be staying with us.

Here he is on the car ride home from the office...

And this is where's he's been for the past six months while I tried to come to terms with him becoming a temporary (or permanent) member of our household (notice the fish art in the background, another office acquirement...I see a cabin in our future).

So far he's blending in well I think, and behaving very respectfully.

I greatly appreciate the fact that he doesn't stare at me while I'm doing the dishes...he prefers to look out the window, which is kind of sad and sweet.

Now maybe we'll focus on getting our mantel put up, we have some old timbers from a now defunct 100 year old flour mill that we've been contemplating using...they would compliment Limpy nicely.

We've been actually getting along so well, that if and when the time comes for him to leave...I just might want him to stay...surprisingly (very surprisingly), he's grown on me!
Now for the new name.

Hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving...how was that already one week ago?!