Warning: This story does not end well for the mice.
Despite its tragic ending, this story has some comic potential, so i will do my best to do it justice.
I was out running with Zoey McCrazy this afternoon, as we do most afternoons these days. We were on our way home when Zoey decided she was going to go elsewhere. I can't even really explain what happened, I wasnt paying attention and she just ran away, leash and all. She took off so fast, i barely saw where she went. A woman pointed and said "that way." So i searched and called, and let her know i had treats.
After 10mins or so of this, i gave up and started walking home, i was quite upset at this point and there were tears. I kept looking back to see if she was coming, and then, there she was. The minute i made eye contact, she turned and ran in the opposite direction. I knew she wanted me to follow her, so I ran after her. Every once and awhile, she would look back to make sure i was following. A bit like Lassie saving Sally from the well but much more morbid.
I followed until i lost sight of her in the bushes, and just then out comes the somewhat-crazy old European woman who we always see on our runs. She calls Zoey "Blue Eyes." She looks at me and says, "She's in there, where the rabbits are, thats where she is." And walks away.
I look over and see there is indeed some movement in a nearby bush. A wave of relief comes over me as i see a familiar blond tail sticky up. She seems to be very interested in one spot in particular. Then i hear it, the squeals. Sure enough, my crazy dog has her nose in a nest of what i later learn, are mice. She removes one, i hear one tiny squeal and then watch as she swallows it whole.
If you happened to be walking by the nearby path at this moment (and there were people walking by), this is what you would see; a pregnant woman wearing running gear, standing in the bushes shouting "What's this?" (That's my code for "I have a treat", as if any dog is ever going to choose a milkbone over the prey she has recently seized). The dog, at this point, is not visible and the only other noise is the tiny squealing voices of tortured rodents.
After effectively watching her eat 3 babies while trying various manoeuvres to get her to either come or to grab her collar, i sneak up on her from behind, grab the trailing leash and pull her ass out of there. GEEEEZ.
On the way home, she is so tired i can barely get her to run, and she keeps stopping and belching, each time I imagine that a mouse carcass is going to drop out, but none does. I am only grateful that it was mice she found and not bunnies, which probably would have scarred me for life.
As for Zoey McCrazy, she's lucky she's cute, otherwise i might not be so understanding about her misadventures.
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