Dog seeks Doe for companionship, love and more

My dog has a dream. He dreams of leaping freely through the forest, white tail flashing, long legs stretching and pounding the dirt and leaves, leaving a scented wake of mystery, spreading behind and onto the civilized path. This dog, white with light black markings, a mix of Siberian Husky and Shepherd, has fallen in love with the entire essence of deer, his longing is clear. His hackles don't rise like they do when we encounter other large animals, or other dogs. He doesn't bristle with the urge to hunt and kill, making him want to tear after the squirrels and chipmunks. When he catches the scent of the deer that run through our nearby wooded park, his tail wags wildly and he barks in pleasure. These are woods were deeper not that long ago, but have been razed and reduced by the need for houses and streets. The deer have only the illusion of freedom and plenty, the reality is one of limitations and fear; the sudden pain and often death, from encounters with speeding cars. For my leashed, semi- domesticated dog however, they are like the gods on Olympus. He yearns and strains and somehow, I feel his affection for them, as he rolls in their scented path, the only thing left for him, and I know if I give in and let go the leash, he'll be gone, but will ultimately find himself alone, panting in a deserted clearing, still wishing, but now lost to me as well as to his dream.
It makes me think of a young, long limbed girl, indentured to a future of hot sun and pulling grain, dreaming of ballet dancers, flowers and life untried.