Ughhh! I left for the hurricane for about 4 days and when I went into the pantry, I saw signs that we had a mouse/mice. Ewww. Long story short, one of the 2 mice get out of the pantry past hubby and runs who knows where in the house (great
).
While hubby is putting the traps in, Hot Rod starts to dig at and around the bookshelves in the living room. He's getting to the point that he's in the toy box pulling all the toys up and out and scratching the bottom of the shelving. Then Maggie May starts.
Hubby puts a trap in the panty as well as behind the tv shelves. Both traps have a mouse in them this morning, Thankfully! I couldn't belive how Hot Rod zero'd in on it out the clear blue. He's such a calm, loving dog most of the time but he was rearing to get to the little mouse. I guess his instincts are still with him. I'm just glad he/they didn't find it first.
