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We live in a fairly rural community. The neighbors have a couple of outdoor cats that made friends with nearly everyone in the neighborhood. No one cares if they roam around, mainly because they are both really great mousers. We haven't had an issue with rodents since the cats arrived.
We used to have another great mouser: a Jack Russell Terrorist, er, Terrier. She was hands-down the best mouse hunter I've ever seen. She spent her first six months as part of a pack of Jack Russells living on a horse ranch. Every morning the owner let the pack out the front door of the house and they all headed straight for the barn where the spent the day hunting mice and rats. Ours learned to use her nose for hunting, and was an absolute terror for anything smaller than a rabbit.
We were furniture shopping one day and the wife was carrying the dog--she was the runt of the litter at about 10 lbs. As the salesperson was showing a selection of couches we heard a woman's "EEEEEEK" on the other side of the warehouse. The salesperson told us someone probably saw a mouse.
"You want to get rid of the mouse?" I asked him.
"How," he asked?
I pointed at the terrorist.
He said, "No way."
"Way."
"Let her get it if you think she can!"
So I carried her over, put her down near the scene of the crime, and said the magic words, "Get the mouse!"
She started off in a trot, nose to the ground, and her tail wagging 300 mph. She went around the end of a bed, caught the scent, and sped up to chase speed. She tore around a couch, went under an end table and coffee table, clearly hot on the trail. We followed her over where she was running from one end to the other of a nice bedroom dresser set against a side wall.
"The mouse is under that dresser," I told the salesperson.
"No way."
"Way. You pick up one end and I'll get the other."
We picked up the dresser and the dog shot under it like a lightning bolt. Next thing you know here she comes out from under it with a mouse tail hanging out of her mouth.
We got a nice discount on that couch...
We used to have another great mouser: a Jack Russell Terrorist, er, Terrier. She was hands-down the best mouse hunter I've ever seen. She spent her first six months as part of a pack of Jack Russells living on a horse ranch. Every morning the owner let the pack out the front door of the house and they all headed straight for the barn where the spent the day hunting mice and rats. Ours learned to use her nose for hunting, and was an absolute terror for anything smaller than a rabbit.
We were furniture shopping one day and the wife was carrying the dog--she was the runt of the litter at about 10 lbs. As the salesperson was showing a selection of couches we heard a woman's "EEEEEEK" on the other side of the warehouse. The salesperson told us someone probably saw a mouse.
"You want to get rid of the mouse?" I asked him.
"How," he asked?
I pointed at the terrorist.
He said, "No way."
"Way."
"Let her get it if you think she can!"
So I carried her over, put her down near the scene of the crime, and said the magic words, "Get the mouse!"
She started off in a trot, nose to the ground, and her tail wagging 300 mph. She went around the end of a bed, caught the scent, and sped up to chase speed. She tore around a couch, went under an end table and coffee table, clearly hot on the trail. We followed her over where she was running from one end to the other of a nice bedroom dresser set against a side wall.
"The mouse is under that dresser," I told the salesperson.
"No way."
"Way. You pick up one end and I'll get the other."
We picked up the dresser and the dog shot under it like a lightning bolt. Next thing you know here she comes out from under it with a mouse tail hanging out of her mouth.
We got a nice discount on that couch...
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