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gategrrlNo, really: RATS! Okay, ONE rat:
Little Guy was on the couch watching Tom and Jerry (LOL) and said, "Mommy, there's a rat in the backyard!"
I didn't believe him at first, since, sheesh, when has he ever seen a genuine rat? "Are you sure it isn't just a squirrel?" I asked him, confident that he'd really seen one of those fat little bastards.
"No, Mommy, it's brown and has a skinny tail." (he didn't mention the ginormous balls hanging under the rear of the tail, just as well)
So, yes, I turned around and there, on the back patio, was a rat, casually sniffing around, checking out the (locked) dog door, moving around like it had all the time in the world. It was brown, it was a medium sized rat, about 6-7 inches long without the skinny tail, and it was kinda cute, until I realized that where there's one rat, there are inevitably MORE, and they're probably nesting the tangle of broken/fallen down palm tree remains piled up in our backyards, AND probably in the neighborhood in one of those palm trees called "rat condos" elsewhere in the Valley. Wonderful.
Oh, and you know what the topper was? I'm calling our faitful dog, Goldy "GOLDY! GOLDY! GOOOOOOLLLLLLDDY!" to come outside and chase the rodent off the patio and no go. Dog doesn't show. I go into the living room and yup, there's the dog, on his side, now on his BACK, *knowing* I wanted him to go outside, and completely disinterested in chasing a rat off his turf. Stupid canine. I might get a Jack Russel. Sheesh. Idiot dog.
Little Guy was on the couch watching Tom and Jerry (LOL) and said, "Mommy, there's a rat in the backyard!"
I didn't believe him at first, since, sheesh, when has he ever seen a genuine rat? "Are you sure it isn't just a squirrel?" I asked him, confident that he'd really seen one of those fat little bastards.
"No, Mommy, it's brown and has a skinny tail." (he didn't mention the ginormous balls hanging under the rear of the tail, just as well)
So, yes, I turned around and there, on the back patio, was a rat, casually sniffing around, checking out the (locked) dog door, moving around like it had all the time in the world. It was brown, it was a medium sized rat, about 6-7 inches long without the skinny tail, and it was kinda cute, until I realized that where there's one rat, there are inevitably MORE, and they're probably nesting the tangle of broken/fallen down palm tree remains piled up in our backyards, AND probably in the neighborhood in one of those palm trees called "rat condos" elsewhere in the Valley. Wonderful.
Oh, and you know what the topper was? I'm calling our faitful dog, Goldy "GOLDY! GOLDY! GOOOOOOLLLLLLDDY!" to come outside and chase the rodent off the patio and no go. Dog doesn't show. I go into the living room and yup, there's the dog, on his side, now on his BACK, *knowing* I wanted him to go outside, and completely disinterested in chasing a rat off his turf. Stupid canine. I might get a Jack Russel. Sheesh. Idiot dog.
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Date: 2006-05-20 06:38 am (UTC)But yeah, you should let the dog know its career is on the line here. That's just embarrassing. *g*
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Date: 2006-05-20 08:05 am (UTC)Re: Jack Russel Terriers
Date: 2006-05-20 01:43 pm (UTC)http://youtube.com/watch?v=W0l6WcUaYA4&search=jack%20russel%20terrier%20jump