...but not the mountain our of the terrier.

On Sunday Mountain Mikey got me a present.  I know, how sweet.  Kind of like when your kid gives you a macaroni necklace....nothing you really need, but it's the thought that counts, and they made it just for you.

Somehow my little hunter managed to get me a prairie dog....deceased.  Yup, dead, or course.  Terriers do not just play with rodents, they hunt them.

I got home after a long day and open the back door to let the furry guys in....and I see Mikey has a rodent.  It think to myself "finally that annoying squirrel got to close, and learned his lesson the hard way".  Then I look closer....it has a little tail, and little ears, and looks just like a prairie dog.  I see them frequently when I mountain bike, some are suicidal and run right in front of the bike...

Mikey was very proud.  Andy was miffed....wondering why he didn't get to carry around the potentially plague infested critter. 

I quickly got my big yellow Playtex kitchen gloves.  Got Andy inside, while trying to keep Mikey and his prize outside.  This did not make him happy...he wanted to bring it inside.  I gently coaxed him.....saying things like "drop it, good boy, GIVE ME THE DIRTY RODENT, nice puppy".... Well, Mikey wasn't buying it.  No way. 

He sashayed into his dog house and proceeded to hide it in the clean blankets I just gave the boys.  He came out looking smug.

Some days I am as smart as my terriers....I got him inside, then proceed to get on my hands and knees, half inside the dog house, with my big yellow gloves on of course, to remove the vermin. 

I have no idea how Mikey go the prairie dog, but it's now in the trash, along with my kitchen gloves.