So 1 this morning there is a fit in the living room. Furniture rearranging itself, ruckus, commotion, whatever other words apply. Of course no one is here but moi, so clearly the ghost of hanukkah past or somesuch. I put on my slippers (heaven forbid you confront an intruder barefoot) and go out, Glock in hand. There is Shmutzik who has decided a roughly 2 intruder is under a chair and is going to get it. Soon he is joined by 3 other compadres. A little assistance with chair moving and the intruder, of course a tiny mouse, is firmly in Tazs mouth. A couple more peeks under the chair and I am given the all-clear by Shmutzik to stand down and shut off lights. I tossed the now very dead mouse into the trash, Glock back in place, and within minutes all the houndage asleep. I, of course, was up until 4. I figure I have about 2 good hours in me until meltdown.
Posted on: Wed, 03 Dec 2014 14:44:14 +0000
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