Prior to Sunday morning, I would have said the image above showed nothing more than my sweet, adorable, loving Annabelle. However, this image is actually the face of a cold blooded killer (cue dramatic music).
The story begins Saturday night...
The weather was cooler on Saturday and the dogs spent most of the day on patrol in the courtyard. They walked around the perimeter of the yard, played a little, and basked in the sun and cool breeze. That evening, Justin and I were inside watching television while Pete and Annabelle were outside. All of a sudden, Annabelle started barking and basically going nuts. I went outside to see about her and all I saw was her rear end in the air. The house has crawlspace vents around the bottom of the house and since they are below grade (the ground), they have these little miniature walls built around them to keep the dirt from building up and covering the vents. Annabelle had most of her body in one of the holes and was obviously after something - the tail was wagging. I yelled for Justin and he grabs a flashlight and heads outside with me. I should point out that Pete was completely oblivious to everything going on.
Justin gets Annabelle out of the hole and shines the light in it and sees a tiny little mouse cowering in a corner. It cannot crawl up the side of the hole and is essentially trapped. I get the dogs inside while Justin rescues the small invader. It immediately runs under the door of the storage room, which I spent hours cleaning out the week before because mice and chipmunks had chewed through a bag of grass seed and turned the storage room into a toilet. It was gross! Anwayway, that was the end of the drama that night.
Sunday morning, I'm in the kitchen and the dogs are outside. Once again, I hear Annabelle barking incessantly. I look out the window and she's chasing something. I quickly realize it's a mouse and run outside and start yelling at her. She freezes and the mouse freezes. Then the mouse runs and she chases it. Before I can run out and grab Annabelle, she picks up the mouse in her mouth and runs a few feet with it. I yell at her and she drops it and runs in the house. The tiny mouse lays motionless on the concrete. I get so upset and yell at Annabelle. She looks so pitiful and that makes me feel even worse. Justin is still asleep, but I wake him up and tell him that Anne caught a mouse and killed it. I tell him it's lying in the courtyard and that he needs to deal with it. He says he will when he gets up. I'm satisfied and head back to the kitchen for a few minutes.
About an hour later, I walk to the kitchen and notice the mouse has moved, but is still lying on its side. At that point, I go get Justin and tell him he's got to come see about the mouse now because it's not dead. He jumps up and grabs some gloves. After checking out the mouse, he tells me that it seems to have broken legs and needs to be euthanized. I tell him to give me a second to go to another part of the house so I can't hear anything. I crouch on the floor in the hallway with my hands over my ears while humming. Pathetic, I know.
It's over in a matter of seconds and the tiny mouse is disposed of. Since then, Annabelle will run outside and immediately go on mouse patrol. She's determined to find another one. I hope she doesn't.
I guess Annabelle isn't technically a cold blooded killer. Justin is, though.
hahahahaa
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