“Take her out on a leash.”
This past weekend, Maddie, the intrepid hunter, was all over something under the wood-racks. She would circle and circle; sniffing and pawing at the dirt. We kicked soccer balls and threw Frisbees to draw her attention, but each time she went out, she took off for those racks.
On Sunday, I saw something scoot from one rack to the other. I was pretty sure it was a large mouse. Maybe a pregnant mouse. Just what we need.
I began to think about how to trap the little bugger, ‘cuz the Mrs. wouldn’t tolerate killing, any mouse and certainly not a mom-to-be-mouse. On Monday the Mrs. reported that Maddie spent about 45 minutes, circling the end rack. It was about 80°f here. Maddie was still panting hard when I got home. She finally fell asleep. I took her out at 7:30, on a leash, and there it was. Not a mouse, a baby bunny. Our backyard creature had gone from pesky rodent-invader to Heaven-sent little fluff.
That dog is going to be mostly on a leash for a little while. It’s not a problem, as soon as the bunny can fend for itself, i.e. run away from a dog, Maddie will be back in charge of the yard. In the meantime, we’ll take her for a few extra walks.
This post is part of Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday series.