The first time Josie encountered deer in our tiny yard, there were three of them, including a young buck. She rushed up and started yelling at them, and they turned to flee for just an instant before the buck turned back with a look that said, “I bet I could stomp you into mush.” At which point I called Josie rather urgently, and she came in. Since then, I’ve told her not to bother deer, and it’s worked well, as the following illustrates.
Josie and Joe went out in the yard the other day, and there was a big doe standing right there, ten or twelve feet away. Joe very gently said, “See the deer, Josie?” Josie looked where he pointed, then started craning her neck from side to side, like, “What are you pointing at? Is there something behind the deer?”