As per Mom's request, I'm blogging this little story, as she, among quite a few others, have found it quite hilarious!
The other day, I was sitting on the sofa, watching a little TV, surfing the net and I see something out of the corner of my eye, I look over and perched next to the conservatory doors is a little mouse! Where might the puppy who is supposed to be protecting me be, you might ask? He was laying not even 2 feet from this little visitor, sound asleep!
I stand up and go to open the conservatory door so I can at least trap him in there and I'm trying to be quiet so Angus doesnt wake up and eat him, and he takes off running into the kitchen. So, thouroughly icked out, I call Christopher, who's at work, and he tells me just to leave it alone, he'll set traps the next day and take care of it.
So, I go about my business the rest of the day and as I'm getting dinner out of the oven, I hear the wild screams of a mouse in the balance and the gleeful grunts of a Cairn Terrier who's caught a prize. I start screaming, almost burn myself on the oven, and run to the kitchen hallway where all the commotion was.
I'm still screaming, because well, I'm just not a creepy crawly, rodent type of girl... Angus spits out the mouse who drops to the ground, looks up at me, who's screaming all over the place, and takes off running behind the fridge.
Needless to say, I lost my appetite, set out some poison and Angus and I marched upstairs and holed up there the rest of the night.....