Over the last few days, Ben has been cruising through OCD territory.
Every time I let him out into the back yard, he races over to the ivy patch. He hears something. He senses something. He and Fiona are in agreement about this problem.
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Day and night, it's all he can think about.
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He checks the nooks and crannies. He is very meticulous about it.
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You might say he throws his whole body into his obsession....
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The one photo I DON'T have to show you is the most hilarious one of course. But this is life. Some of it you will have to take my word for.
I opened the slider yesterday late in the afternoon to let the dogs back in and there was Ben facing me with a mouse hanging from his mouth. As soon as he saw me step out of the doorway he dropped it as if to say, "Mouse? What mouse? I didn't have a mouse in my mouth. You must be mistaken. I would never hurt a little mousie. Moi?"
Now I don't know if Ben killed the mouse or Fiona killed the mouse. She was nearby looking supremely bored by the whole business.
I picked up the poor unfortunate slobbered on carcass and tossed it in the garbage.
The elimination of said mousie has not deterred Ben from his routine however. He was back in the ivy this morning rooting around like a pig looking for truffles.
You would think the word had gotten around in the mouse community that this particular yard is unsafe.
Maybe I'll print up a flyer.
It only seems fair to warn them.
Every time I let him out into the back yard, he races over to the ivy patch. He hears something. He senses something. He and Fiona are in agreement about this problem.
[album 65561 Mouse Patrol One.JPG]
Day and night, it's all he can think about.
[album 65561 Ben Hunter One.JPG]
He checks the nooks and crannies. He is very meticulous about it.
[album 65561 Ben Hunter Three.JPG]
You might say he throws his whole body into his obsession....
[album 65561 Ben Hunter Two.JPG]
The one photo I DON'T have to show you is the most hilarious one of course. But this is life. Some of it you will have to take my word for.
I opened the slider yesterday late in the afternoon to let the dogs back in and there was Ben facing me with a mouse hanging from his mouth. As soon as he saw me step out of the doorway he dropped it as if to say, "Mouse? What mouse? I didn't have a mouse in my mouth. You must be mistaken. I would never hurt a little mousie. Moi?"
Now I don't know if Ben killed the mouse or Fiona killed the mouse. She was nearby looking supremely bored by the whole business.
I picked up the poor unfortunate slobbered on carcass and tossed it in the garbage.
The elimination of said mousie has not deterred Ben from his routine however. He was back in the ivy this morning rooting around like a pig looking for truffles.
You would think the word had gotten around in the mouse community that this particular yard is unsafe.
Maybe I'll print up a flyer.
It only seems fair to warn them.