Now that the hounds go into the coop every morning to hunt for the rat, it’s moved out, however Calvin said it sneaks in and steals chicken feed. So I got a couple of sturdy Tupperware containers with lids for him to put the feed in, and plan to continue the hound inspections for safety’s sake. I hated it when the rat ran out, nearly colliding with me, as the dogs had found it under one of the brood boxes I moved.
Then the other morning the dogs were insisting there was something behind the fridge. As I moved it I saw a large rat dart out into the entrance, Frieda in hot pursuit. Poor Louie was on the other side of the fridge so it took him a second longer to get there, and by then brave Frieda had killed the rat. I showed it to Calvin who was quite impressed at the size.
And I can’t blame the dogs at all as it’s the cats who bring the rodents into the house and let them go. Frieda emits a very high-pitched scream when I open the bedroom door in the mornings to let the dogs out if she’s smelled a rodent. So the other day she sounded like a steam kettle leaving the room and both hounds ran to the back bedroom barking and scratching at the book case.
I moved it, and sure enough, Frieda came out holding a dead mouse. They never eat them which is great, and it was so adorable as for a moment Louie also held the mouse so they were sharing it like the spaghetti scene out of Lady and the Tramp. But as I’ve said before I really do get tired of the rodent bits lying around either balled in my blankets, or spat onto the ground.
As nice as the landscaping job is at mom’s, it involves small boulders and other gravel and so poor Louie tore off his baby toe nail on our last visit. Alan made a path through the rocks so I’ll have to take Louie on it several times and admonish him if he tries to take a shortcut as he’ll just lose another nail.
He wouldn’t stop licking it so I called the nice vet to come and she said when a dog loses a claw like that the interior pulp stays behind, and this is the tiny piece of meat he was licking and licking. She said I should get a baby sock and tape it on but I just keep threatening him with it. “You’re gettin’ a sock” is shouted at him many times a day.
$136 later for the vet call plus antibiotics for the toe, so will be sure to train both dogs on the use of the path. I’m going again on Wednesday and will have to steel my nerves for a two-nighter. As I just said to my friends, I’m trying to cut down on the stress-shopping and the stress-eating however feel the stress-drinking is perfectly fine.
It rained for a couple of days a few days ago, so I bought some fabric at thrift and recovered a valance in the spare bedroom. It was a mathematical puzzle at first, but I managed to do it and felt proud at the end result. In many ways it’s kind of a miracle I did it at all given my happiness at wasting hours on You Tube videos. But think of all the things I’m learning, free.
Already one of the sprinklers is leaking so I need the irrigation company, the key wouldn’t come out of the lock so I need a new set, and the faucet a plumber installed is loose, which needs fixing. In other words, a life with small worries even with rats.