But it’s okay because Chicken Little killed it. It was the most exciting moment of her life I think.
I saw it for the first time on Thursday night. I threw my floss in the bin under the sink and thought it was making a lot of noise for such a little thing when it hit the bottom of the bag so I looked in and the mouse ran over the top and into the cupboard. So we set up a trap in there but last night we were watching telly and I looked up the hallway and saw it running along. I think it was heading for the kitchen again and then saw us and turned around and ran back into the office.
So I called Chicken up to have a look and once she got the scent she was on the job. Daz came up and said – she won’t catch it, she’s too slow – and I said – you’re kiddin’, she’s a terrier, she was born for this sort of thing.
And then I pushed him in there and locked the door.
For three reasons; so the mouse couldn’t escape, so Chicken could catch it and so Daz could move furniture for her as required without running away.
Anyway he was in there squealing like the city boy he is – it ran over my foot, let me out, let me out – and I said – for gods sake, it’s not a bloody rhinoceros!
And then there were two little squeaks and it was all over; one dead mouse and one happy dog and one traumatised husband. Chicken couldn’t settle down afterwards though, she spent a long time going around the house sniffing everywhere but had no luck finding more. At least now she knows what to look/sniff for so the house should remain vermin free.
Finally it was time to settle down for a nap.
She looks like the golden seal.