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{April 15, 2013}   Of Mice And (Fire) Men

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I was at the Fire Station around 02:30 and thought, what the he’ll, I’ll wash the trucks. I went to fill a bucket with water and I found a little friend. (S)he is just a little baby. I took the little mouse outside and let him go at the side of the building… just as the police pulled up. How could I possibly look suspicious hanging out at the fire station at 02:30 in the morning, coming around the side of the building with a bucket in my hands? Believe it or not, she believed me. I had the picture to prove it, of course. I got the engines and the ambulance all cleaned, inside and out. Of course that means we’re bound to get a call for a fire in some mud hole.

I’m having my first eye exam in five years in three hours. I’m actually looking forward to it since I can no longer read road signs and can hardly see beyond the steering wheel at night.



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Sarge

Intro:
Meet Sarge, my seven year old Husky/German Shepherd. Sarge weighs 110 pounds. He’s a big dog.

This morning Babe brought another mouse to my bedside and woke me up. I didn’t freak out this time. I went downstairs to get my coffee and Sarge was standing to my left, Babe to my right (mouse in mouth). Babe let the mouse go and it went straight for Sarge, running up the poor dog’s front leg. Sarge freaked out, ran through the house and up the stairs with all he had. Apparently my dog is not only afraid of thunder, my brother, small dogs, church bells and snow falling off of the roof, but he’s scared to death of mice, too! What a big, protective dog I’ve got!

I have no idea where the mouse went. Babe and I have not found it yet. This worries me slightly because the mouse she caught yesterday morning was a fat little brown field mouse and the one she had this morning was a skinny little grey one.

Let’s hope that morning won’t bring another tortured mouse with it.



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Where's Waldo?

Babe is tired out today. Maybe it has something to do with our eventful early morning?
4:20 am- Babe comes to my bedside with a squeaking, injured mouse to show me her prize. (Little secret about me- I’m scared of small things that move fast, like spiders and mice). Of course, I freaked out, Babe took off and the injured, bleeding mouse got away. I have searched everywhere for this early morning rodent and cannot find it. I wonder where it will turn up? I hope it doesn’t…



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