This post I am going to turn over to my good friend Daniel. This is something he emailed to his friends. To keep you up on the characters in this story, You already know from my first sentence that Daniel is my friend. He is 1/2 of the cutest couple I know, Daniel and Kevin. In turn, Dan and Kevin are owned by Perdita who is the prettiest little liver girl you ever saw. She is also my grandpup and Sunny's daughter. Oh yeah, there is also a mouse in this story. Doesn't have a relationship to anyone but it is key. So change your Depends or go pee first, I guarentee that you will need it. Take it away Dan!
Well kids, I just had the living shit scared out of me. In my back yard, Perdita knew that there was a mouse living in between my fences for the last 3 or 4 days. I saw the mouse in the fence and tried to scare him off. No such luck. Everyday, Perdita knew exactly where the mouse was behind the fence and I could see the mouse and knew that Perdita was spot on to where the mouse was. I wanted to use a mouse trap to catch the mouse so Perdita wouldn't go nuts every time she went out, but I didn't have one. So I thought from hammering on the fence that the mouse would leave. Well it worked. The mouse left the fence area and went to a near by bush. So this afternoon when I got home, I got undressed in the garage, went into the house, gave Perdita a big kiss, went outside to the lanai and put on my flip-flops. Are you getting the picture yet??? So, I let her out into the back yard, she takes off to the fence area where the mouse has been living. She quickly realizes that the mouse is not there. BUT, decides that the mouse is in my umbrella bush, or I call a funeral plant. She starts running around the bush and at first I think it's kinda cute. Then, she start jumping into the bush and around the bush again, and again and again, and next thing I know, she has this very well fed field mouse in her mouth. She take off running in the yard, and I'm yelling at her to drop it. It's not cute or funny to me anymore. I chase after her, remember, I'm naked! I take off after her, throwing my flip-flops in the process, yelling at her to drop it!!! Do you think she would drop it?? HELL NO!!! When I did catch her and opened her mouth, all I saw was the tail going down. My Pongo would NEVER put something that gross into her mouth. So, anyhoo, I'm scared shitless, I/we run into the house and I call the Vet. I said, I think we might have an emergency here. What's the problem the receptionist asked? I told the receptionist what had happened. I did leave out the part about me being naked with my flip-flops neatly scattered about the yard. She said, hold on, I'll go get the Vet and get ready to bring her in! The Vet got on the line and I told him what had happened, again, I left out the part about me being naked and the flip-flops, he said while laughing, "It's ok, that's what dogs do. She'll be fine." So end of story and 4 beers later, everything's fine. I can't wait till she poops and I get see teeth and fur in her turds. Gives me the creeps. She's a princess! She's not suppose to eat varmints. YUCK!!! She didn't give me a chance to season it and cook it up for her. What am I suppose to do??? All I can say is "THANK GOD for BEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Dalmatians will drive a person to drink!!! This is my story and I'm sticking to it. Now, I think I'll go outside into my back yard and collect my flip-flops. Love you guys.
Love and kudos to you Dan.
Life in the Blue Ridge mountains of GA. As seen through the eyes of a pack of Dalmatians and their person.
