Mickie or Minnie?
We actually made it home in such a rational and non-jacked-up manner that we never even had to bitch about the process here. When was the last time that happened? Hope you all appreciate Uriah’s efforts this month.
Maggie always requires a few minutes when we first get home to run around the house like her ass is on fire. After about twenty minutes of barking at the top of her lungs and running from room to room, she was ready to go over to the little country store up the road. That’s always the first thing we have to do when we get home cause there ain’t no dang food in the house and nobody is going to bring it to us. By the time Maggie was done making herself at home again this month, we were starting to get a little freezing rain. By the time we got home from the store it was starting to get slick.
So it looks like we are house-bound at least for tonight. Now there are some really bad things that could result from being house-bound. The power could go out. We might not have any food… or worse diet coke. Or god-forbid cigarettes. But none of that is the case here… cause we are sitting pretty with lots of food, diet coke, cigarettes, and the power is still on so far. What could go wrong, right?
Well… I’ll tell you… we could be eating supper and… see a little field mouse run across the living room floor. I mean he was just prancing across the living room floor like he was thinking “what the hell are you giant ugly mice doing in my new digs?” I’m going to have to quote Stace here because she actually said, “Eek!” and lifted her feet up off the floor immediately just to kick them around in the air.
Maggie wagged her tail furiously and looked around like, “What’s going on? Huh? What is it? Is something exciting happening?” Maggie never even saw the damned mouse. That didn’t stop her from jumping up and running around the living room like a happy maniac.
So let’s just recap… Maggie is barking her head off and running around the house like a maniac. Stace is saying, “Eek!” while kicking her feet around in the air. And somewhere off down the hall a little tiny mouse is thinking “damn the new neighbors suck.” And I’m wondering if I can just keep eating supper or if this situation requires immediate attention on my part.
Thankfully, it turned out to be a “keep on eating supper” sort of moment. Whew! Stace calmed down almost immediately and Maggie just kept jumping around happily. So things were pretty much back to normal… well except for the mouse running around somewhere in the house.
After a while, Stace said, “how am I supposed to sleep in this house tonight with a mouse running loose?” I replied in what I hoped was a soothing manner, “We’ll be back in the bedroom with Maggie. No mouse is going to want to come back there with her in the room. Besides… Mags will run it off if it dares to come back there.” And this might have actually been comforting had the mouse not decided to run straight through the living room again right at that moment. And that stupid dog just sat there looking around. She never saw it. Sigh.
Ordinarily I would just go out and pick up one of those live trap things, set it, and that would be that. But remember the ice coming down? That’s not a possibility tonight. Sigh. What the heck are we going to do about this mouse? We may end up sleeping in the truck. How bad would that suck? To finally be home and end up sleeping in the truck… we might as well be in Nevada or something. I had better schedule this to post in the morning in case I’m iced in the truck while a mouse has free reign of my house.