Last night I went to feed my little friend, Kaycee, when I realised I had forgotten to stop on the way home from work to pick up another bag of dog food for her. We had run out the night before. Whoops. I sat down and shared my bread roll with her while I tried to decide what I could feed her instead. There was a handful of little dog treats, which she gets occasionally when she is particularly well behaved (or needs bribing), so I gave her those, but they amounted to only about half of what I usually feed her. I needed something to top it off. Another bread roll? Cook her a cup of rice?
As I pondered this I heard a ruckus at the other end of the house. Upon investigation Kaycee had a plump little mouse cornered underneath the washing machine. With a little persuasion from me, and the broom, it broke cover, right into the waiting jaws of the mighty K-9 hunter, who then promptly devoured it.
Problem solved. Sometimes I wonder why she keeps me around.
6:38:08 PM 
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