Faulkner
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I was getting ready to head out to run some errands when Mrs. Faulkner commented, "what's Daisy's problem this morning?"
"I don't know," I replied, "what is she doing?"
"She's sniffing around the front of my car and barking at it."
"Hmm, I'll take a look before I leave," I told her.
Sure enough, when I stepped out in the garage she was checking out the car, sniffing in the front wheel wells, sticking her head under the front bumper, and then would look up at me and yelp. Seems she had something cornered in the engine compartment.
I decided to back the car out of the garage and lift the hood for a look see. Nothing jumped out when I cranked the engine, so I backed out and shut it off then raised the hood. As I was lifting the hood I caught a glimpse of a hairless tail as whatever it was attached to scurried under the battery. Seemed too big for a mouse, maybe a rat or a small possum. Whatever it is I figured I'd just leave the car out and let it mosey out on it's own accord.
I told Mrs. Faulkner that I was leaving the car out with the hood up and I'd check it out when I got back, then I patted Daisy on the head and said, "keep an eye on it girl, I'll be back in a little while."
I was gone about an hour and a half and when I got back Mrs. Faulkner said, "well it was a rat."
"Did you see it?" I asked
"Oh yeah, Daisy caught it and killed it and proudly brought it to the back door and showed it to me."
I chuckled at that. "Good for her. Where is it now?"
"The last I saw she was playing with it out in the yard, throwing it up in the air and catching it. I think she rolled around on it too," she said. "After you left she worked hard trying to sniff out where that rat was hiding and finally she just laid down and waited for it to come out. I think that's when she caught it. It was a funny sight to watch so I took some iPhone pictures for you."
"I don't know," I replied, "what is she doing?"
"She's sniffing around the front of my car and barking at it."
"Hmm, I'll take a look before I leave," I told her.
Sure enough, when I stepped out in the garage she was checking out the car, sniffing in the front wheel wells, sticking her head under the front bumper, and then would look up at me and yelp. Seems she had something cornered in the engine compartment.
I decided to back the car out of the garage and lift the hood for a look see. Nothing jumped out when I cranked the engine, so I backed out and shut it off then raised the hood. As I was lifting the hood I caught a glimpse of a hairless tail as whatever it was attached to scurried under the battery. Seemed too big for a mouse, maybe a rat or a small possum. Whatever it is I figured I'd just leave the car out and let it mosey out on it's own accord.
I told Mrs. Faulkner that I was leaving the car out with the hood up and I'd check it out when I got back, then I patted Daisy on the head and said, "keep an eye on it girl, I'll be back in a little while."
I was gone about an hour and a half and when I got back Mrs. Faulkner said, "well it was a rat."
"Did you see it?" I asked
"Oh yeah, Daisy caught it and killed it and proudly brought it to the back door and showed it to me."
I chuckled at that. "Good for her. Where is it now?"
"The last I saw she was playing with it out in the yard, throwing it up in the air and catching it. I think she rolled around on it too," she said. "After you left she worked hard trying to sniff out where that rat was hiding and finally she just laid down and waited for it to come out. I think that's when she caught it. It was a funny sight to watch so I took some iPhone pictures for you."