He was quick, he was sly, but I finally spotted the mouse living in my house. I think he's holed up in my stove, using insulation for nesting material, because I never use my oven (well, I'm not going to start now!). This is exactly what happened in my last house. He probably thinks insulation is cozy, but his poor little nestlings are not going to be very comfy in that stuff. Not my problem. My problem is that my oven is going to become unusable.
I have a possible solution right here at home if I can figure out how to utilize it. Akira, a Yorkshire Terrier practically lives with us. I keep her all day while my neighbors are gone (Mom's a teacher, Dad's the principal, the whole family stays at the school 8-12 hours a day). Officially, she's a Silky Toy, the smallest Yorkie you can get. The Capt, out of curiosity, Googled Yorkshire Terrier and found out that they are not foo-foo dogs after all, but were bred to catch mice in English clothing factories. This was way before clothes with holes were considered a cool thing.
Akira — not a foo-foo after all
All I have to do is teach her how to do the thing she was bred for: catching mice. It may get a bit bloody in my kitchen, but we could win this little war. Now, how do you teach a dog to hunt vermin? It should be hardwired in her tiny brain: running mouse = lunch. Do I need to buy pet-store mice for training purposes? Make a stuffed toy mouse, attach it to a string and pull it in front of her? Naah, it needs that mouse smell...
