Faithful hound
Jun. 20th, 2005 07:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skyringOur little black dog, a breed best described as a Skittish Terrier, has spent the past two days camped in front of the dishwasher. She can smell mouse, you see, and she's a ratter of amazing ferocity. Once a mouse or rat gets out in the open, it's history. So she's been waiting patiently for the mouse she can smell, and possibly hear, under the dishwasher to squeeze itself through a tiny little crack and leap into her mouth.
"Not going to happen, doglet!" I tell her, but she doesn't listen.
Claude the cat brings them in from outside, where they breed in the honeysucle and live off the compost pile and whatever birdseed gets spilt on the ground. (quite a lot if a cockatoo decides to ravish my bird feeder). Claude is quite healed up now and has quit limping even for effect. But he still delights in catching mice and the occasional small rat. He brings them in through the cat flap, drops them on the kitchen floor and plays chase with them.
And every now and then one gets away from him, dives under the fridge or through the gap beside the oven and is safe. The cupboards have little cut outs for pipes and cables, and there's enough room for a mouse to squeeze through, once they get into the cupboards.
So the dog has been waiting patiently for a mouse to squeeze through that impossibly narrow crack beside the dishwasher. Futile.
This afternoon I put a bowl in and as I pulled down the door, a gap opened up beneath, a mouse sprang out and almost leapt into the Jaws of Death. So it all paid off for the dog!
And now she's camped in front of the dishwasher again. Maybe there's another one, maybe she can still smell the old one, maybe she's just hoping....
"Not going to happen, doglet!" I tell her, but she doesn't listen.
Claude the cat brings them in from outside, where they breed in the honeysucle and live off the compost pile and whatever birdseed gets spilt on the ground. (quite a lot if a cockatoo decides to ravish my bird feeder). Claude is quite healed up now and has quit limping even for effect. But he still delights in catching mice and the occasional small rat. He brings them in through the cat flap, drops them on the kitchen floor and plays chase with them.
And every now and then one gets away from him, dives under the fridge or through the gap beside the oven and is safe. The cupboards have little cut outs for pipes and cables, and there's enough room for a mouse to squeeze through, once they get into the cupboards.
So the dog has been waiting patiently for a mouse to squeeze through that impossibly narrow crack beside the dishwasher. Futile.
This afternoon I put a bowl in and as I pulled down the door, a gap opened up beneath, a mouse sprang out and almost leapt into the Jaws of Death. So it all paid off for the dog!
And now she's camped in front of the dishwasher again. Maybe there's another one, maybe she can still smell the old one, maybe she's just hoping....
