Oh, and just to make this post a little bit longer I have a story. So a couple of days ago I'm letting Oscar inside after being outside for a long time and I notice he has something in his mouth and he brings it in and drops it on the floor right beside the door. So I bend down to pick it up because sometimes Oscar will bring in sticks from outside and I look. . .and it's a DEAD MOUSE!!!!! I screamed so loud that both Charlie and Oscar just looked up at me in surprise and I immediately said "Oscar get it! Oscar get it!!! Come on get it!!!" because I wasn't about to touch it. So he picks it back up and I open the door for him to go back outside but he was planning on taking it into his cage!!!! So I scream "NOOO Oscar outside!!!" and he gets scared and drops it back on the floor and refuses to touch it again (even though I'm frantically running circles around the mouse saying "Oscar get it! Get it Oscar!" because though live mice don't bother me in the least dead one's look so diseased I can't go near them even with gloves on!) So finally I just give up, get a dust pan and somehow manage to get the mouse on it without touching it and I go outside to fling it behind our fence into the horse pasture but of course I miss and it goes "plop" straight into my flowerbed. . .where it remains to this day. It was so gross!! But I guess it's good I have a dog who kills mice but does he have to bring his work home with him????
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Better late than never. . .
So I've been waiting to get the Halloween pictures of Charlie before my next post and it took longer than anticipated so I didn't blog for many, many moons. But here is my sweet penguin Charlie with Agent Mulder and Agent Scully (if you haven't seen the X-files then just think of us as FBI agents who chase extra terrestrial penguins :)

Oh, and just to make this post a little bit longer I have a story. So a couple of days ago I'm letting Oscar inside after being outside for a long time and I notice he has something in his mouth and he brings it in and drops it on the floor right beside the door. So I bend down to pick it up because sometimes Oscar will bring in sticks from outside and I look. . .and it's a DEAD MOUSE!!!!! I screamed so loud that both Charlie and Oscar just looked up at me in surprise and I immediately said "Oscar get it! Oscar get it!!! Come on get it!!!" because I wasn't about to touch it. So he picks it back up and I open the door for him to go back outside but he was planning on taking it into his cage!!!! So I scream "NOOO Oscar outside!!!" and he gets scared and drops it back on the floor and refuses to touch it again (even though I'm frantically running circles around the mouse saying "Oscar get it! Get it Oscar!" because though live mice don't bother me in the least dead one's look so diseased I can't go near them even with gloves on!) So finally I just give up, get a dust pan and somehow manage to get the mouse on it without touching it and I go outside to fling it behind our fence into the horse pasture but of course I miss and it goes "plop" straight into my flowerbed. . .where it remains to this day. It was so gross!! But I guess it's good I have a dog who kills mice but does he have to bring his work home with him????
Oh, and just to make this post a little bit longer I have a story. So a couple of days ago I'm letting Oscar inside after being outside for a long time and I notice he has something in his mouth and he brings it in and drops it on the floor right beside the door. So I bend down to pick it up because sometimes Oscar will bring in sticks from outside and I look. . .and it's a DEAD MOUSE!!!!! I screamed so loud that both Charlie and Oscar just looked up at me in surprise and I immediately said "Oscar get it! Oscar get it!!! Come on get it!!!" because I wasn't about to touch it. So he picks it back up and I open the door for him to go back outside but he was planning on taking it into his cage!!!! So I scream "NOOO Oscar outside!!!" and he gets scared and drops it back on the floor and refuses to touch it again (even though I'm frantically running circles around the mouse saying "Oscar get it! Get it Oscar!" because though live mice don't bother me in the least dead one's look so diseased I can't go near them even with gloves on!) So finally I just give up, get a dust pan and somehow manage to get the mouse on it without touching it and I go outside to fling it behind our fence into the horse pasture but of course I miss and it goes "plop" straight into my flowerbed. . .where it remains to this day. It was so gross!! But I guess it's good I have a dog who kills mice but does he have to bring his work home with him????
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Cute penguin! And yes...sometimes he has to bring his work home with him. That's absolutely disgusting Nat! Nice aiming for the pasture, though. Those will be some pretty flowers next spring : ) Oscar just wants you to be proud of him. I would have paid money to see that whole episode. Thanks for the laugh.
Such cute pics. I just posted our Halloween pics, too, so no guilt, my friend.
And I am thoroughly grossed out by the dead-mouse-in-the-house tale. I remember back when my cat, Cassidy, would leave us "presents" on our doorstop... a bird... a mouse... feathers... yummy. :P At least you can know that it's a sign of love if an animal brings you an "offering." So Oscar loves you!
Dude, so sorry I haven't checked your blog in like...forever. How cute is that Charlie Penguin, not to mention the FBI agents. I loved, loved, loved the story about Oscar. I remembered you told it to me and reading it again just made me laugh that much more. Dogs, don't they make life interesting. Kiss Charlie for me.
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