Wonder Dog

I was enjoying myself yesterday while reading an item my friend Marla over at Butts and Ashes posted - at her expense, of course. Marla doesn't mind people enjoying a good laugh or two. She's been known to cause them purposely.

Unfortunately, my little reply to her post has come around full circle. I said I hated mice but loved her food of choice for them... "here little micey, here you go." {sigh} They came, alright.

At least one of them, anyway...

But - Wonder Dog to the rescue!

Ron headed into his bathroom this afternoon and I heard, "Teresa, Maisey caught a mouse." Naturally, I had to go see for myself. Sure enough, in the middle of the bathroom floor for all to see was a little (and very dead) mouse.

Thank you, Maisey! You saved us!

I went and reset my mouse traps - just in case it had some friends come visiting.