All About Aussie

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I am the Australian born puppy of Matt and Nina. Matt named me Aussie, but my birth certificate name is Wildenfox Earl Jackaroo. Wildenfox Earl is for my parents and Matt gave me Jackaroo, which is the Australian equivalent of cowboy. I am an AKC certified Jack Russell Terrier. I can sit, stay, give manners, give high and low five. I only speak on command and when MamaMuffin yelps "Aussie, Aussie, Aussie"! I recently learned how to roll over, that was fun. Nina taught me how to fetch, which took quite a while, but I eventually got it. My favorite toy is my green ball that Matt and Nina put hot dogs in and I throw the ball to release the hot dogs. It keeps me entertained for at least an hour. I also enjoying finding MamaMuffin and Master. I stay in the kitchen, they hide and then bark, indicating it's time for me to "seek" them out: Hide and Seek! We have a lake in the backyard and I love wading in it, but I'm not confident enough to go swimming. My master bought me a life jacket to help me swim or float along easier. Enjoy the pictures my MamaMuffin posts. She can get annoying with the camera...everyday she takes a picture, or so it seems.

and my brother Dillon Murphy

My brother came to us through Dennis's wonderful mom. He is also a Jack Russell Terrier and the vet gave him a birthday of May 1st. He's so much fun to play with and I'm able to teach him tricks, along with my MamaMuffin. MamaMuffin and I will write for him because too young to blog, but we'll convey his thoughts as best we can.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

MamaMuffin found a mouse...

First of all, let me tell everyone what MamaMuffin does in the Navy...she's a Preventive Medicine Technician, which as part of her duties, includes looking for rats aboard ships and on shore commands. So, she's has a bit of knowledge about pest control in her sometimes pretty head.

So, this is where the fun begins. The other morning, MamaMuffin decided the pantry finally needed some reorganizing and so she started, until she saw what looked like mouse poop. She found a few droppings and then she began to inspect the packages for gnaw marks. She began to conclude that there is a mouse invading the pantry, when she saw him (or her)...beady eyes, tiny head and then she let out the most girly (horrific, nail-biting) scream. Okay, remember, she looks for RATS (much bigger creatures than any ol' little mouse) and her scream was like nothing I've ever heard. The mouse lept out of the pantry, looked at her screaming and disappeared behind the appliances and counter. (Charlotte, the neighboor came over later to help look for him or her: found nothing). Okay, so now MamaMuffin has established -there is a mouse- and so she went out to look for a trap and came home with poison. She felt safe putting the poison in the pantry where me and Dillon could not get into it and she knows mice and rats are generally "trap" shy and it takes a few days to actually use on correctly...blah blah, like I said she knows about mice...although people (people like Matt) tried to "school" her on what to do...and yes MamaMuffin didn't need any advice. okie dokie...so MamaMuffin puts everything into plastic bins (b/c of ants mostly everything was already packaged up in ziploc bags and some bins, but now everything was in a bin). The rat poison is placed and the next morning, she finds some of the poison eaten and a dropping. The next day, the rest of the poison was gone and more droppings in the back...(the lightbulb went off...that's where he or she is getting in)...first rule for rat/mice control: EXCULSION. Well, MamaMuffin until now, couldn't figure out where it was coming in from and now she did. The mouse had eaten quite a bit of poison, so she figured he should be dead, but she went ahead and patched up the possible entrance/exit. This morning, MamaMuffin found no droppings and the poison was untouched...she probably did find his or her entrance. MamaMuffin went to work today and came home...and that's when the mouse was found. She is sitting ont he couch working on the computer and Dillon and I are wondering in and out, but then I decided to stay in. Dillon was wondering about when he pranced into the living room with something in his mouth...IT WAS THE MOUSE. MamaMuffin did not scream this time, but immediately took Dillon away and put it in a baggy and disposed of it. She's not sure where Dillon got it from, but the mouse probably died from the consumption of the poison. Dillon seems fine, but MamaMuffin is keeping an eye on him. She really hopes that was the only mouse...seems like there's another vulnerable way for the mouse to get in and out of though...she needs to find that next. I'm not checking for spelling and grammatical errors...my paws are tired of typing now. Okay bye!

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