Apparently you don't have to be a candidate for Vice President to be a hunter these days, because my fat beagle did us proud last night.
Ladies and gentlemen.... There was a mouse in my house. I saw a mouse on Tuesday crawling up the first step of my staircase and disappearing into the wall. I am fairly certain Mark and Tabbi both thought I was hallucinating when I said it, but I've been vindicated!!! Upon seeing the mouse that first night, I tried to get Bentley to attack. Bentley sniffed the spot and walked away, no doubt in search of people food Will dropped or a cozy spot for his 10th nap of the day. Don't get me wrong, Bentley is a pedigree Beagle, and was once a fine specimen. He was all muscle and put many a dog to shame sniffing around the dog parks. Was is the key word of that sentence. He is now a beagle overfed by a generous 2 year old and corrupted into laziness by his lazy humans.
Last night he sat in the playroom crying while Mark and I finished an exciting episode of Project Runway (at first I thought he was just sad over Suede's demise, but then I remembered that we all hated Suede for his incessant references to himself in the third person). I really just thought he was crying for his bedtime treat (yes, we spoil him), so I ignored it. Finally I walked over to him in an attempt to shut him up and realized he was crying toward the corner. I moved a couple of Will toys thinking there was a stray cheddar chex mix peice and lo and behold... a mouse was in my house. I cut the mouse a little slack since he was in the digger/dump truck area of the playroom. Surely, he just thought he wandered into a construction site... not someone's home. Bentley, however, grabbed him up and proceeded to play cat and mouse (or dog and mouse as the case may be) until he ran it straight into our pantry. While I appreciate his keen nose and mouse spotting, I wish he was a little smarter than to trap the mouse in our primary food storage location. But, I've always said Bentley was all looks and no brains, and that still applies. Luckily, Mark the Brave, then scooped up the mouse in a cup and took him down the street to a neighbor's yard to live happily ever after (my apologies, neighbor!)