Dexter here! Before I get started with today's topic, I want to introduce you to my two new pals, Mack and Mia.
They are labradogs just like me (only in different colors) and brand new to blogging. It is always nice to meet other doggies who are like ME instead of you know who. Give them a shout out to let them know we're all here.
We have mice living in our attic. Now I am as much a humanitarian as any doggie, but when their nightly parties get so loud that I can't sleep, something has to be done!
I advised Momma to put out the mouse traps immediately....
And soon I thought I heard the party come to a sudden stop.
Hurry up! Let's go see what happened!
Momma had opened the trap door to the eaves where it sounded like the big event was underway.
Oh yes, I think I smell a wee beastie in there.
Sure enough, a little mouse had fallen for the old peanut butter cracker trick again (not too bright, those mice).
OK, ready for transport.
What? You thought I would use one of those mouse head squish traps? No way! I am not an animal (er, well, OK, but not THAT kind of animal).
Time to liberate the pesky night party rodent, but first a dumb sit stay while Momma opens the door. Sheesh, what a pain.
I suggested we take the trap all the way to the back of the yard so the mouse could exit into the woods and join the other mice and chipmunks and what not that live back there.
Now sometimes these mice in my relocation program are reluctant to leave the peanut butter trap and start their new life.
But this one took off so fast we didn't even get a photo. I suspect that when the shadow of the RH fell over it, the poor thing freaked and fled for the hills.
Bye, little mouse. Please find a good home and do not go telling your pals that you know where there is a nice warm place to live. I have to get some sleep, you know.