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Our long weekend started with some excitement – the invasion of Mighty Mouse! Seriously.
So let’s start at the beginning. The Herd sleeps inside the house at night. First thing in the morning, hu-dad opens the door and we race outside.
Within minutes, hu-dad hears this massive racket. BAM! BAM! BAM! A few seconds go by and then BAM! BAM!
Next, hu-dad hears Queen Natasha the Evil yelling. Not an “invader” yelling but a “some dog is being stupid and it bugs me” yelling. Trust us, we all get to hear that a lot when one of us does something that upsets the Queen.
Hu-dad goes to check things out and sees Qannik standing inside one of the outdoor crates. Qannik is pouncing on the floor tray in the crate and looking around. The BAM BAM noise. Natasha is standing at the entrance to the crate yelling at Qannik.
Hu-dad gets them quiet for a second and hears a tiny scratching sound coming from under the crate.
Secure Qannik and Natasha back inside, lift the crate, and away runs a little mouse. Except the mouse is now disoriented from the attack of Qannik and Natasha and runs in the wrong direction. The woods are to the north, but the mouth runs south into the grilling area which is in the dead center of Sibe Quentin. The next thing poor Mr. Mouse knows is that he is trapped behind a couple of planters with this staring at him.
Hu-dad decides to help poor Mr. Mouse again. Ok, fine, after taking a few photographs.
So hu-dad calls for Frankie and Typhoon to come inside the house. Those of us with Siberian Huskies know exactly what happened next.
Yes, Siberian Husky Selective Hearing was now in effect.
Unfortunately for us, Hu-dad has dealt with this particular disease before and helped us inside the house. Mr. Mouse scampered away from Sibe Quentin unharmed by The Herd.
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As good as this story is, I’m sure it made a heck of a post on Mister Mouse’s blog!!! Holy BJeebers!!!
with love from Little Reufus
Mom sez: We have the same problem here. with field mice. There’s a nest of them under our garden shed, where nobody can get at them to do anything about it, and Ice can just get his head under the shed, and no more. He will spend hours out there on “mouse patrol”, accomplishing nothing, but keeping himself occupied. Also afflicted with SHSH, definitely a “Siber Trait”!
Oh that poor mouse! I bet he is telling his buddy some hobbit-like adventure stories.
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Sitka did the same thing with a rat, of all things–except the outcome wasn’t quite so good for Mr. Rat. Sitka had him snatched up and was shaking him for all she was worth before I even realized what was happening. Mr. Rabbit and Mr. Possum didn’t fare very well either!
What’s sad is that there appears to be no known cure for that selective hearing! I’m glad the mouse was kind enough to stop by and provide a good blog story!
LOL. Love the stories. Never a dull moment with Sibes around.
Have same problem with mini frogs in the morning in very humid myrtle beach!