Mike Stafford
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I am not exactly Mr. Jinks but I can honestly say I hate meeses to pieces as much as he did.
We have found evidence of a mouse or mice in our laundry room and also in the bottom of our pantry. Not exactly sure what they have found to eat but I am making a thorough search to see if I can find any evidence of gnawed food containers. I know they have to be eating something.
It has been many years since we have had a mouse in the house. The last time was probably 30 years ago while my ferocious Cairn Terrier Taffy was still alive. She was born and bred to kill meeses. Yeah, right!
Let me tell you a little story about my ferocious mouser. One evening after everyone had gone to bed I was still up watching TV and Taffy was doing what she does best which was to guard the couch in the den by sleeping on it. I only had one lamp on and the TV. I saw a furtive movement across the room where something darted out from behind the cabinets upon which the TV sat and went behind the picnic basket which we used to try and contain my son's toys. I started paying close attention and sure enough that little shadow ran across the carpet and up onto the hearth where it hid behind the fireplace tools. It inched its way out toward the front of the hearth and I could now see its beady little eyes glistening in the lamplight.
So I says to myself, "Self you need to sic that ferocious mouser defending the couch against all comers on that trespassing mouse." See Taffy was a Cairn Terrier and they were bred to be mousers. Cairn Terriers got their name because they excelled at routing their prey from hiding places in cairns (piles of rocks that were used to mark memorials, or as boundaries or landmarks). These little dogs enjoyed working in packs and were brave, tenacious and tough....and lest I forget ferocious.
I used to take the dog walking on the golf course and whenever I happened to see a rabbit I would sharply say "Look, look!" and immediately Taffy would come to attention. I would point in the direction of the rabbit and off she would go chasing the rabbit until either she caught it or it eluded her in the underbrush. She actually could run down rabbits on occasion and dispatch them with one bite behind the head. She truly was ferocious.
Well, I pointed toward the hearth and said, "Look, look!" and she bounded off the couch and sped toward the hearth. Almost immediately she saw that mouse and stopped in her tracks about a foot away from the little devil. She was rotating her head like dogs do when they are trying to figure out something and when she finally realized what she was looking at she started wagging her tail. Then she turned to look at me with a look on her face that I interpreted as, "Daddy, can I play with him? Just what I always wanted. My own little meece. I will pet him, and hug him and squeeze him and name him George." (By now you are probably keenly aware that I watched far too many cartoons as a child.)
While her attention was diverted towards me that little mouse made a dash for it and leapt off the hearth, ran behind the toy basket and behind the cabinets under the TV where he disappeared until I purchased a package of snap traps with which I brought about his capture and demise much to the chagrin of my ferocious Cairn Terrier.
So one of the chores I have to do today is after lunch with my woodworking buddies I will be heading toward the hardware store to purchase a package of snap traps. Enjoy your freedom meece as it is going to be short lived.
I sure miss my little dog.
Taffy the beast!
We have found evidence of a mouse or mice in our laundry room and also in the bottom of our pantry. Not exactly sure what they have found to eat but I am making a thorough search to see if I can find any evidence of gnawed food containers. I know they have to be eating something.
It has been many years since we have had a mouse in the house. The last time was probably 30 years ago while my ferocious Cairn Terrier Taffy was still alive. She was born and bred to kill meeses. Yeah, right!
Let me tell you a little story about my ferocious mouser. One evening after everyone had gone to bed I was still up watching TV and Taffy was doing what she does best which was to guard the couch in the den by sleeping on it. I only had one lamp on and the TV. I saw a furtive movement across the room where something darted out from behind the cabinets upon which the TV sat and went behind the picnic basket which we used to try and contain my son's toys. I started paying close attention and sure enough that little shadow ran across the carpet and up onto the hearth where it hid behind the fireplace tools. It inched its way out toward the front of the hearth and I could now see its beady little eyes glistening in the lamplight.
So I says to myself, "Self you need to sic that ferocious mouser defending the couch against all comers on that trespassing mouse." See Taffy was a Cairn Terrier and they were bred to be mousers. Cairn Terriers got their name because they excelled at routing their prey from hiding places in cairns (piles of rocks that were used to mark memorials, or as boundaries or landmarks). These little dogs enjoyed working in packs and were brave, tenacious and tough....and lest I forget ferocious.
I used to take the dog walking on the golf course and whenever I happened to see a rabbit I would sharply say "Look, look!" and immediately Taffy would come to attention. I would point in the direction of the rabbit and off she would go chasing the rabbit until either she caught it or it eluded her in the underbrush. She actually could run down rabbits on occasion and dispatch them with one bite behind the head. She truly was ferocious.
Well, I pointed toward the hearth and said, "Look, look!" and she bounded off the couch and sped toward the hearth. Almost immediately she saw that mouse and stopped in her tracks about a foot away from the little devil. She was rotating her head like dogs do when they are trying to figure out something and when she finally realized what she was looking at she started wagging her tail. Then she turned to look at me with a look on her face that I interpreted as, "Daddy, can I play with him? Just what I always wanted. My own little meece. I will pet him, and hug him and squeeze him and name him George." (By now you are probably keenly aware that I watched far too many cartoons as a child.)
While her attention was diverted towards me that little mouse made a dash for it and leapt off the hearth, ran behind the toy basket and behind the cabinets under the TV where he disappeared until I purchased a package of snap traps with which I brought about his capture and demise much to the chagrin of my ferocious Cairn Terrier.
So one of the chores I have to do today is after lunch with my woodworking buddies I will be heading toward the hardware store to purchase a package of snap traps. Enjoy your freedom meece as it is going to be short lived.
I sure miss my little dog.
Taffy the beast!