Our evening routine is simple. Before bedtime I call her downstairs and she takes a leak before turning in for the night. Usually, she'll bolt out of the door unless I stand there and make sure she doesn't run. She just likes running and chasing cats hangin' on the fences or barking at the rat problem next door. And boy do we have a rat problem next door.
Anyway she goes outside and is a little fiesty so I follow her a few steps, leaving the door wide open and walking out onto the concrete barefoot. I tell her to go pee pee so she abandons her search for whatever's out there ... could be possums, kitties or rats (oh my!) and relieves herself. pssssssssssss
We're about to go into the doorway together when she stops cold in her tracks, as serious as hell, so fast and quiet that I also instinctively stop and search. She's looking behind me. Her front leg is raised up, just like how the dogs in the cartoons do it when they're going hunting. As I turn around slowly I see a rat quickly darting around the junk piled up in my backyard behind me. He's making a run for the open door!!!
Behind the open door are:
1) Grandmother
2) Girlfriend
3) Useless other dog
"GET HIM!!!! GET HIM!!!" I yell. She charges on him. The rat tries to go into the door but as he's never been inside he gets confused. He darts back out the door and is met by my dog "Porkchop". I jump inside the door and close it and hear growling, rat screaming, and the familiar sound of my girl going in for chomps (she makes these sounds when playing with (3) the useless dog, who I guess is still a pup).
She bites the rat and shakes it quick. I command "OFF" and the rat drops out of her mouth, takes two heaving breath and appears to die. She's slobbering and panting and super excited and I give her a hug and tell her GOOD GIRL GOOD GIRL!!!! I love her so much I can't describe it in words. She is the best dog I've ever had and I'll never be able to replace her, that's for sure!
We squat (she sits next to me) watching the rat corpse for about 10 minutes making sure he's not playing dead. I get a huge pry bar and poke his ass a few times. Harder and harder, no movement... but the movement of the rat body makes my girl excited again. I practically have to command her to stay still so I can shovel the rat's body into a bag.
Then when she sees me lift the bag, she looks under the bag in amazement... "Where the fuck is da rat!?!?!??!!" She looks around and around... I bring her inside, give her treats, check her for cuts and beam with pride.
To all rats:
BEWARE OF DOG
Anyway she goes outside and is a little fiesty so I follow her a few steps, leaving the door wide open and walking out onto the concrete barefoot. I tell her to go pee pee so she abandons her search for whatever's out there ... could be possums, kitties or rats (oh my!) and relieves herself. pssssssssssss
We're about to go into the doorway together when she stops cold in her tracks, as serious as hell, so fast and quiet that I also instinctively stop and search. She's looking behind me. Her front leg is raised up, just like how the dogs in the cartoons do it when they're going hunting. As I turn around slowly I see a rat quickly darting around the junk piled up in my backyard behind me. He's making a run for the open door!!!
Behind the open door are:
1) Grandmother
2) Girlfriend
3) Useless other dog
"GET HIM!!!! GET HIM!!!" I yell. She charges on him. The rat tries to go into the door but as he's never been inside he gets confused. He darts back out the door and is met by my dog "Porkchop". I jump inside the door and close it and hear growling, rat screaming, and the familiar sound of my girl going in for chomps (she makes these sounds when playing with (3) the useless dog, who I guess is still a pup).
She bites the rat and shakes it quick. I command "OFF" and the rat drops out of her mouth, takes two heaving breath and appears to die. She's slobbering and panting and super excited and I give her a hug and tell her GOOD GIRL GOOD GIRL!!!! I love her so much I can't describe it in words. She is the best dog I've ever had and I'll never be able to replace her, that's for sure!
We squat (she sits next to me) watching the rat corpse for about 10 minutes making sure he's not playing dead. I get a huge pry bar and poke his ass a few times. Harder and harder, no movement... but the movement of the rat body makes my girl excited again. I practically have to command her to stay still so I can shovel the rat's body into a bag.
Then when she sees me lift the bag, she looks under the bag in amazement... "Where the fuck is da rat!?!?!??!!" She looks around and around... I bring her inside, give her treats, check her for cuts and beam with pride.
To all rats:
BEWARE OF DOG
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