In the process we found light bulbs that needed to be replaced, made extra trips to garbage cans and charity bins, and discovered a pecan pie recipe that had to be tried.
We also found a mouse, a dead mouse, in their doggie's bed.
Their dog is a huntress. She outdoes the cat.
I didn't want to be the one to pick it up and throw it out somewhere.
Everything wants to live.
It was blustery, damp, dusky and cool outside.
Warm inside and the smells of cooking lured.
Who could blame the mouse for wanting inside and finding a way?
Instead it was his death.
That night I thought I heard another mouse rummaging through my bags in the closet.
The sound of tiny footfalls.
My dog was sound asleep in the bed with me.
And then I heard slurps at my dog's water bowl.
Little mousy slurps.
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