Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek

Candy brought a brown mouse in from the garage in her big yapper the other day and set it down so she could pounce and play. Had a great time until I could corner the little disease-ridden rodent and take it outside. I didn’t kill it, which just kills hubby. He’s gone over a million ways to kill a mouse. I’m not buying any of it.  I cannot kill a little mouse. But I forgot to praise Candy and give her treats. Damnit, missed that one.