Alternate title: The continuing adventures of Mr2U, Mini2U, MuttM2U and the Mice2U.
Well, Mr2U was never able to completely eradicate the mice we had sharing our humble home - until yesterday. Yep, yesterday. We tried poison. We tried traps. We tried that sticky stuff they are supposed to walk on. We tried the quick set cement and flour in a cup next to a bowl of water (which, while I garnered some pretty weird looks, I thought was a really rockin’ idea!). We tried letting a friend bring a cat over. We tried (well Mr2U did - I decided I didn’t want to look like a complete IDIOT) hunting them down, scaring them, and while they cower with fright, smashing them with a yardstick. Yes, a yardstick. MY yardstick. The one I use when I’m SEWING. Well, when I USED to sew. Blech.
He and the mutt got them one by one, until, he was convinced, there was only one left! We rejoiced! We did the happy people dance! The dog did the happy puppy dance! Mini2U refused to invite friends over ever again if we didn’t stop acting like morons! But our happiness was short lived.
Mr2U, in the midst of some type of domestic fit (thankfully these don’t happen often - I really don’t have the energy to go and put the house right after he’s “cleaned”) was moving the couch/sleeper/sofa/L-Shaped thing away from the wall and then he sees them - the babies. Little itty bitty baby mice. Four of the suckers. Yep - they got their revenge on us by breeding (I have friends/relatives who are much the same way).
Well, in that they are probably all of a centimeter long, and their EYES hadn’t even opened yet (this is according to Mr2U - he is apparently the Dr. Spock of baby mice) he was able to put them out of their misery post haste. This means he caught the poor defensless creatures and put them outside in the lawn. Or so he says. In the interest of getting a good night’s guilt free sleep I will believe him.
Well, while moving the couch and doing all this domestic stuff, he notices the walls could use a coat of paint. DUH, I say when he gleefully calls me up to tell me he thought PAINTING would be a really good idea. No shit, sherlock, I’ve been asking you to paint since we moved in here 2 years ago!!! Thanks for getting on that so quick!
So he sets about painting, moving furniture, generally getting the dog all worked up (she’s goofy about that - she’ll jump up on the furniture that’s being moved so she can move with it - I don’t know - she’s stupid) and moves the sideboard (I guess that’s what you call it - it’s in the dining room and I have my linens and tablecloths and such in it) and what does he see? Yep - MAMA mouse. And he swears this one was pregnant. (Apparently, his talents are not only mouse pediatrics, but also mouse gynecology/obstetrics.)
But who saw it first? MmmHmmm. Blunderdog. The dog gets all excited by this 2 inch long critter and, while jumping around in a most undoglike fashion, backs up right into the wall. The freshly painted wall. And gets her rear end completely covered in light brown paint. The stupid animal who is totally black, is now black and tan. (Note to self - stop at bar for a drink on the way home.) She looks like she’s wearing a freaking tan DIAPER! And did he think to wash it off the dog while it was still wet? Yep, he actually did. But she would have NO part of that and was only making matters worse (and messier) so he left her be.
So, my dog is covered with paint, my walls are only half done (apparently the excitement over getting that last mouse just left him exhausted!) but I am mouse free at last!
I think.
So - how can I get all this paint off my dog??? She looks stupid and I don’t want the other dogs to laugh at her (joke), or the paint to irritate her skin or cause her any problems. She’s had tiny bits of paint on her fur before, but this, folks, this time she’s really done herself proud. So far, she hasn’t really seemed bothered by it - well she looks at me funny when I call her names, but that’s about it - will it hurt her if I just leave her be?
