Whoopie! We are carrying hgh tails today, we caught a mouse! Huck smelled him under VOG”s dresser and alerted the entire house. When we moved the dresser he ran across the room, over Momma Dog’s stack of books, which we properly pawed all over, then into the closet where Huck grabbed him. Momma Dog would have let him out, but he ran the wrong way and there is no stopping a stone cold terrier on the hunt. Huck took him outside where we both smelled him, but I decided I didn’t want him in my mouth! No telling where he had been.
It’s been hard living with Huck since. He keeps wanting to call Graham Croc and tell him he’s next. He saw something on television about a croc smashing a watermelon into pieces no bigger than your claw, and he wants us to toss him a chunk so he can measure his chomp! I’m going to toss him a piece of peanut buttered bread and shut him up. Oh no, now he’s humming, “if you see me coming, better step aside”…… from Tennessee Ernie Ford Affectionately, Nemo