It’s Christmas Eve and I know in some houses the creatures aren’t stirring but that is not the case here. There is a rodent under the house and it is chewing and gnawing and scurrying and driving me nuts. It really pisses Lee off too. He says he’s going to shoot the little bastard if he sees it coming out from under the house. I have to tell you that the rodent might be more worried about it if Lee hadn’t been saying that for three months! I really like it when we hear the rodent chewing and Mom runs to that part of the house. She stomps her feet really fast and loud and yells. I bark in my highest pitch that can still be heard by rodents. I can tell it freaks it out.
Lee hired one of the kids from out at Slana to help repair damage under the house caused by the rodent. It chewed through plywood and was tearing into the insulation. The rodents like to use it for their nests. I think that’s pretty dumb. I guess maybe they like the pink color but that stuff is full of sticker things that cling to you forever – or that’s what Lee says. Now the floor is much warmer and Lee thought he had all the access points sealed but the other night the wind blew open the door to the crawl space and the little bastard took advantage of it.
We used to have a lot more rodents but this summer a lynx family lived in the yard. The mom taught the young ones how to hunt using MY rodents. I only have about six left. The mother lynx also ate most of the wild rabbits in the yard. I only mention this because it just isn’t fair. I told mother lynx that she could go hunt any where. If I leave the yard I get into big trouble. She, on the other hand, is free to go wherever she wants. She has a whole national park to hunt in. She said that my rodents were dumber than the ones who lived out of the yard and she was enjoying not having to work so hard to feed her family.
Mom is making me post this picture of me in my winter clothes. She says that I look great and she’s right. I know you probably don’t usually think of me as a trend setter, but there you go. You should see Lee when I have to wear this get up. The tough old grouchy hermit gets all giggly and silly and practically gushes about how cute I am and how cute it is that I run funny with my boots on. Mom made my coat. Ellie the Poodle used to wear it but she died so I wear it now. It’s a little small but Ellie left big shoes to fill. Anyway, the boots are weird to walk in but they do keep my feet warmer. I don’t wear this get up until it’s -25 or colder and we are going to be outside for more than ten minutes. Without the boots I have to stop and either sit or lie down and hold one or more paws up in the air. It’s a bother.So anyway, I hope the only creatures stirring at your house tonight are dogs and little kids and maybe some kitties. Of course Santa and the reindeer. But that’s a given. Merry Christmas!
