Well thank heavens I don't have any pictures to post - but guess what? Our darling Nicky has become a rat-catcher. We've seen them at night, scurring across on the tops of the privacy fences between the yards, probably snagging bits of dog food here and there. Quite grossed me out, to be honest - but not NEAR as much as now that my dear boy has begun to catch them and present them as an offering to us. And present them he does - see, our Nicky can open the back door and let himself in. So we will put him out and go about our business, and later he'll come into the house carrying something he wants to play with - like a garden hose, or a shovel or a rake, a soccer ball - whatever. And it's quite funny because if we're in "eyeshot" he will try to sneak in with his booty (like a 100+ lb dog could "sneak" anywhere!), and if Paul says, "NICK! That belongs OUTSIDE!" he will huff and turn around and take it back outside. UNLESS it's fresh kill, that is. Twice in the last week he's brought in a big rat and laid it at the bottom of the stairs. The second one Paul saw him sneaking in and yelled at him, and he ran the whole 2 bounds it took him to cross the living room into the dining room with his kill. Sheesh!
How nasty is that? Of course, somebody - Paul or Zach - has to go dig a hole and bury the thing, and then put something large on top of it so they won't just dig it back up. For this second one, Paul parked a LAWNMOWER over the little rat grave, and damned if the next morning they didn't MOVE THE LAWNMOWER and dig the little sucker back up.
So anyway, we were just on the threshold of putting in a doggie door so that I could go further away than the grocery store and for longer than an hour or so - important with the holidays coming up - but now I worry what kind of "things" Nicky will have brought in while I'm away!!!!
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