Yesterday I mentioned that Dora the Digger had certainly rid the newly spread mulch and the old (and now destroyed) rose dirt mound of any mice. Dora is a "mouser" and constantly amuses herself by sitting still-as-a-statute and staring down one of the hundreds of mouse and/or chipmunk holes in the yard. I believe she's refined the commando/sniper's proficiency of lowering their BP and breathing without their bodies moving.
Well, after dinner last night, I came into the family room to check email and FB and out of the corner of my eye, saw Charlie in one of their beds with what looked like a dark grey mushy toy. Knowing there'd been no new toys issued from Procurement that day I bent over to look more closely. YIKES - there was a mouse corpse splayed on the towel and Charlie was grinning like the proverbial Cheshire Doxie. Of course, upon my sound-barrier breaking screech, Dora Lee went zooming past me on her way out of the room and out of the house before further investigation determined that she was the brains and mouse-wrangler of that covert operation and her cohort Charlie had merely decided the trophy could possibly be taxidermy-worthy. My husband scooped up the rodent remains with newspapers (might have been the obit pages, lol) and all bedding was immediately hustled to the washing machine for a thorough disinfecting/washing....*sigh* My little Princess Dora Lee Scarlett (named for the Southern Belle in GWTW) was never going to be dressed pretty-in-pink with a rhinestone collar; Dora Lee's heart and soul scream Navy Seal and her attire should be camouflage and night-vision goggles.
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