A very odd thing happened this morning. I got mom up and gave her, her morning meds then set the table for her breakfast which is always coffee, cornflakes with bananas milk sugar and toast. She drinks some juice and milk with her breakfast. She normally eats alone and nukes her cereal so it is warm. While she was doing this she called me to tell me there was a mouse on the floor going into her room which is just off the kitchen. I told her I would break out the mouse traps for the outdoor mice must be moving inside and its time to catch our limit. She agreed and went on eating her breakfast, under the watchful eye of our White Labrador Retriever Christopher. When she was done and he had licked out her dish and ate the toast leftovers. I was sitting in the living room watching the news when Christopher came in and sat next to my chair in his usual position. I normally sit there reading the paper and watch tv and pet the old boy for hours. The shameless tramp starts out with me petting his back and before I know it he has rolled over and I am petting his belly. If I am not careful he will slide up so I am petting things best petted by his girl friend who is over the back fence. While Chris is doing what he normally does and I do what I normally do at 9AM, I notice movement out of the corner of my eye. A mouse is walking down the center of the living room floor under the watchful eye of my dog. I guess it must be because Chris is a Labrador retriever, a bird dog he did not react to the rodent under his nose. The rodent was either crazy or suicidal to walk so casually in front of a dog that outweighed him by at least 100 lbs. Since Chris wasnt going to do anything I got up and got a dirty towel out of the laundry room and dropped it over the mouse, picked it up and took it outside and tossed in onto the lawn. Either he had fainted form this big dude with the towel or he may have gotten hurt being flung 20 feet across the lawn. I went back inside and resumed consumption of my coffee and petting the big kibble monster next to my chair. I had bagged my mouse limit for the day and suddenly remembered about 3 weeks ago in the wee hours of the night chasing a small bat around the upstairs bedroom. I couldnt believe the dam thing flew around the ceiling fan and this ex army dude with a big towel flinging it at him like he knew what he was doing. The bat finally landed and I tossed the big bath towel on him. I removed him from my room and took him downstairs and letting him go outside. As far as a hunting dog it’s good we do not use Christopher in this position for we would starve to death. He is about as useful a hunter, as an Amish farmer would be as a Jet Fighter Pilot. And how was your month? LOL
Posted on: Sat, 13 Sep 2014 00:13:49 +0000
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