Training Log Archive: Bash

Beautiful fall weather has arrived, and it's great to have a fire burning in the fireplace at last. (It's always nicer when the fires aren't burning in our forest.) Unfortunately, the cool weather has taken us into an unprecedented, major war with the local mice. As country residents, we've often had to dispense with a few stragglers in the depths of the basement each fall, but it's usually over in a few days. This year, they're a lot healthier for some reason. I think I'll blame it on the high Canadian dollar. 'Bent is getting used to hearing me shriek at the top of my lungs as I find yet another dead mouse in an odd place. (Is it merely coincidence that he never finds them, or am I being set up? Hmmm...) The most recent critter was found inside our airtight fireplace, which is what made me think of it today. I was cleaning out some ash and reached my hand in to pull out a big piece of charcoal - which turned out to be furry... yyyeeeeeEEEEEEEKKKKK!!!! We love our dogs, but frankly, they're just for decoration when it comes to "guarding" our house. Maybe we need some cats too. (And I *don't* mean cougars.) (Or Bobkittens, although they're always welcome.)