Check out the ornery look on his face! He had just had his first ‘visit’ with a harmless little snake. They played peek-a-boo in a log.
The night after The Great Mouse Chase occurred, Buster was on high alert. Around 4 AM, he began his pacing & low growling. Most of his attention was centered around the couch in my bedroom.
This time, my husband was already up, as he couldn’t sleep. He’d heard Buster’s insistence and went to look under the couch. Fortunately, he was able to keep Buster from diving under the couch. The couch is low-lying so he had to manually move it to see underneath. With a flashlight handy, he saw our tiny invader crouched, petrified under the back leg of the couch.
He has actual work gloves, not bulky winter ones like mine, and was able to scoop up Mr. Mouse. Buster truly flipped out at the sight of his ‘Dad’ handling the intruder. Plus, being part Whippet, he has an impressible vertical jump. At 5’9, my husband isn’t incredibly tall so Buster can easily jump chest high. All that jumping & barking woke me up.
I was coherent enough to witness the last part of the chase. With cat-like reflexes, slily pun intended, my husband whisked the mousie out the door. From there he was relocated to a secluded, forest, mouse-relocation plan. Hopefully, he’ll seek rehabilitation for his breaking and entering problem. No mice were hurt during this chase. Buster was thwarted in his violent search & destroy mission, but he has moved on to chasing his tail and begging for bacon as usual. The rest of the family is caring on as usual after the ordeal.
Sounds like a Disney movie, right? But, alas, it was only the title I’ve given to last night!
I have to preface by saying that we live very rural and since our home was purchased in ’96 by my husband, we’ve had our fair share of woodland visitors. We met in ’98 and married in 2000 so we’ll say, for the sake of argument, that in 17 years we’ve had visits from a bat, several wayward birds, a chipmunk (or 2), snakes, and countless field mice. We are humane. We never set out to kill animals for being animals. After all, no bird flies by thinking it would be great fun to become stuck in someone’s kitchen! Catch & release has always been our policy.
Buster, being a non-human, has a more of a catch and eat policy. We’re not sure if he is trying to play or that Whippet side of him wishes to hunt and eat its prey. The bat & birds were pre-Buster and got in during a remodeling of the kitchen. They escaped unscathed. Mice have been casualties of war. Field mice are almost a given in rural areas. Humans encroach on their space. Winter comes. So on and so forth.
My husband is pretty good at catching them without incident when possible. Several have not made it past Buster. R.I.P. Unknown Field Mice. Truthfully, since we did some fixing up several years back, I haven’t seen any mice at all. But, a few weeks ago, Buster began pacing and sniffing around. I thought perhaps he’d caught a scent through the open window or that the Febreeze plug-in was bothering him. Occasionally, he dislikes the scent! I told my youngest son that whatever it was, ‘Bus was on the case!’. We watched him awhile then followed him into the kitchen.
Sure enough, there was a tiny and I do mean tiny, field mouse trapped in a corner under the heater. Safely removed and non-Bustered, we figured that was the end of it. *Sigh* I was wrong. Around midnight, last night, Buster barked. Now, he doesn’t bark unless there is something not right. Usually, it’s an animal outside (deer, a cat, coyote, etc.) When I woke up, and got my glasses, I saw Buster laying in front of my dresser. It has double doors in the front and 3 pull-out drawers on each side. Doing a funky dance, Buster was growling, standing up then laying down.
Being that my husband isn’t the type of man who one wakes up unless they are steps away from Heaven or the house is burning, I crept around Buster to turn on a low-wattage light. I have to admit that I felt a bit like Shaggy following Scooby. I saw the double doors lightly move. Buster was on it! He jumped into action but his lack of opposable thumbs didn’t allow him to open the doors himself. I’m not stupid so I slipped on my tennis shoes and put on ski gloves. Work gloves would’ve been best but it was midnight!
As I bent over to tie a shoe, I heard the doors bump again and Buster jumped. A growl followed and his focus went to a drawer that I saw was ajar. This line of action repeated which just affirmed my thoughts that we did indeed look like Scooby and Shaggy. Somehow, Mr. Mouse was alternating between drawers and as Buster picked up his scent, it drove him bananas! All this commotion awakened my youngest.
He’d crept down the hall and scared the snot out of me when he asked from the dark hallway, ‘Are you ok?’. Thankfully, I stifled the scream. As we watched the uncoordinated Buster dance of jumping between drawers, we decided to go all do or die. Clad in my pajamas, ski gloves and tennis shoes, I grabbed the double doors and threw them open. They revealed- nothing. Drawers were opened one and a time. Finally, with one left, I sent my son to get a shopping bag to snag Mr. or Ms. Mouse. My mistake was turning my head to talk to him while
opening the drawer.
Yes, you guessed it. As the drawer opened, because the mouse HAD to be in the LAST drawer, he/she made her majestic leap to freedom. Buster in his sonic speed mode missed it by a millimeter. Past me, past my son that determined little bugger ran like The Flash. *Sigh #2* We lost him. I swear even Buster groaned at our epic failure. My son, speechless, walked back down the hall and simply closed his door. I had no idea where to look or go and by now, it was 3 AM. How we didn’t wake my husband is well beyond me!
I looked at Buster and told him we should just go to bed. But, he never gave up. When my husband woke, 3 hours later, for work, Buster was still diligently placed in front of the dresser. We will find the little intruder. For his sake, he should hope I find him before Buster does. I must salute him though for outwitting 2 humans and a pit/whippet! Good show, little mouse. Good show!
My Buster loves his snacks. I’ll admit I can be a bit of a helicopter mom about what he eats. All his snacks need to be quality and from a brand I trust. I won’t except less for him. As my best friend and constant companion, I want him to have ‘goodies’ that taste good while still maintaining a healthy eating plan.
He’s an active little bugger and likes to take his snacks on the go. Pup-Peroni sticks are perfect for that. The fall season is as busy for us as it is for most families. While we aren’t really a sports-oriented family, we do have a lot of tasks outdoors that have to be completed before bad weather hits. Whether it’s ‘helping’ Dad with winterizing or following our boys around while they’re doing chores, Buster seldom sits still. Youth groups, school, work- we’re often on the go, too.
My guys need fuel for all they do and so does Buster. So, when I make everyone lunch, Buster stops to eat with us, too. One of his favorite foods (and a word he truly knows!), is bacon. Pup-Peroni’s new Filet Mignon & Bacon Flavors is a winner! From the first taste, I knew he was hooked! Plus, because it’s made with real angus steak and bacon flavors, I’m comfortable with him eating them. Pup-Peroni is a well known, well respected brand. I appreciate that, too.
Buster loves the taste. Trust me, they disappear quicker than you can say ‘Filet Mignon’! Their bag packaging makes them a convenient way take them on the go. The resealable bag delivers a fresh snack every time. Eventhough Buster adores his Milk Bones, I’m pretty sure that these are now his new favorite. As you can see in the picture, he was so happy when he got the first Pup-Peroni that he jumped into Dad’s arms!
With all he does for us, it’s nice to be able to give him a little thank you. We can’t remember life with out him and we wouldn’t want to. For all those special pups in your life, you’ve got to try the new Filet Mignon & Bacon Pup-Peronis.
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We may not all be able to travel, donate, or hold elaborate fundraisers. But, we can all do something! This is simple & quick. I know you love sharing on you Social Medias so go for it! Spread the pledge!
Never in my wildest dreams did I think it would be so difficult to find a vet! We’ve used a great local clinic for all Buster’s shots & his very first check-up. However, I wanted to find him a full-time, more personal vet. What I definitely wasn’t prepared for, was the drama it would take to find one! Ok, let me be more specific- to find one I was willing to pay to see Buster!
I was surprised to see that not a lot of folks had rated vets on various sites. More groomers than vets had ratings. So, I started with listings close to home & went from there. Several calls resulted in me hanging up after 20 or so unanswered rings. My frustration grew a tad. Next, I reached a vet stationed in PetSmart locally.
When the young lady answered the phone, I laid out my speech about being a new patient, Busters, ya da ya da ya da. An awkward silence ensued & I was placed on hold. As the elevator music played on, I waited. Almost 5 full minutes later, she returned to tell me she was new. She didn’t have answers to any of my questions. She couldn’t even tell me the cost of the initial visit! Finally, I appealed to her to at least find this out. Tack on an additional 5 minutes of music. $79 she replied into the phone. I hung up.
It wasn’t the price. It was the fact that they hadn’t even given this poor child the basic info to answer questions. Therefore, in my brain, you either A.) Don’t value adding new patients to your business or B.) Run a very dysfunctional business. Perhaps C.) Both. Either way, we weren’t going there!
Finally, yes, finally, I called a place called ‘All About Pets’. Not far away, its website seemed professional. It appeared well staffed. Deep breathing & I dialed their number. Two rings (already a plus) lead to a pleasant, happy voice greeting me. We discussed dog breeds, neutering, vaccines, & obviously, pricing. She had answers! Good, I had questions!
Not once did she dismiss my concerns. She was attentive & though I heard a phone ringing, she never put me on hold. Hooray! I had to tell her how much I appreciated her professionalism & her kindness. I definitely appreciated the price she gave. $50 was more than reasonable, especially considering the $79 people didn’t even know what to charge!
We’re heading there shortly. Fingers crossed that he’ll be a good boy & that my intuition has served me well.
After giving Buster more independence, he seems much, much happier. Several days after removing his crate, we decided to try leaving him home by himself. Da-da-daaaaaa……
My husband and I left him for about an hour while we went to pick up our youngest from Youth Group. We expected the worst & hoped for the best. Not surprisingly, he stood at the kitchen window & stared at us like we’d completely abandoned him. However, when we returned, he wasn’t in the window any longer.
He’d been given a treat, had a full bowl of water & enough food before we left. It was only an hour after all! As we came in the front door, there was Buster, his goofy, dog smile on his face. He jumped and greeted all three of us like he always has except this time, he wasn’t nearly as anxious. After just a minute or two he went along as if nothing had been different.
There were no accidents and everything was in order. My husband was initially concerned that he’d break some things. You know, throw a toy in the air, as he so often does, and we’d come home to discover it stuck in the t.v. Fortunately, we have an amazing dog. He played nicely and did everything we wanted him to do.
Now, the next test will be when he goes boating. We purchased a life vest for him and now that summer has arrived, we’d like to get hm out on the water. It should be quite interesting!