This morning when I opened Uriah’s dog food container I noticed it was very low. I usually set the bag of dry food inside a tall plastic container, so each time I scoop out a cup I don’t have to lift the bag. Today I lifted a nearly empty bag.
Time to go dog food shopping!
Uriah has a bad habit of not eating what I give him, at least not right away. When his brothers were alive he would tease them with his food. They ate faster then he did, with his usual, “I am starting trouble!” grin! He would sit on his food and wait. Literally! Sit on his food! So when they were finished and came nosing around he would show off by slowly eating in front of them.
Uriah, set in his ways, keeps up that play. With no one to show off to, Uriah wanders off and those country rats steal each morsel right under his nose. A problem starts when the mice take his food and carry it into the cars engines.
To get Uriah to eat I have to stand next to his food bowl, no matter where it is.
Or, I try to anyway. Uriah is a dog that has the ability to ‘out wait’ anyone.
He can hold his pee for hours, then still wander around and hold it in until I can’t take it any more. I will stand next to a bush and pretend that I’m lifting my leg, until Uriah looks likes he’s laughing at me, and then joins in.
Today I opened the garage doors and pulled out my car. I opened the engine and Uriah helped me look under the hood.
Mouse poop littered the top of the engine!
I loosened the air filter and pulled it out. Mouse poop inside under the air filter! Great! When I had taken my car last month for a fix on a recall, I had to dish out an extra eight hundred dollars to remove a ten pound bag of dog food from my air intake. Lovely little Mice!
Michael had a doctor’s appointment on Friday. He took his old Saturn, not trusting my mouse condo. *His car saved our lives in an accident in 2004. A young girl on a cell phone..* So he totally trusts it to fend off mice:-)
Michael came home two hours late riding in the cab of a tow truck. Seems the mice may have invaded his engine too. Lack of a dollar, means his car is now a paper weight in the garage.
Back to Uriah helping with my engine!
I pulled out the Shop Vac and vacuumed up mice poop on my engine. Then I popped the hood of the Saturn. I removed the air filter and didn’t see any mice droppings. Michel told me, that the air intake was under the car, and that will need to be removed to find the problem.
If a mouse was sucked into the engine…well, bye, bye engine. I can’t crawl under that car …
I stepped outside with Uriah and we both contemplated the problem. Or, I should say all three of us thought about it! Me and Uriah, and That Rat who was sitting near the door on his hind legs watching us with a thoughtful, “what’s going on guys?” look…
I jumped when I saw that reddish- brown haired rat. He in turn jumped and raced into the horseradish plant as I yelled after him. “We are not your family! Stupid Rat!”
Hmmm! I wonder if he could be trained to keep the mice out of the garage.
I looked down at Uriah; he never made a move to chase the rat. But he did take a mouth full of his food and started to chew, slowly.
*Sanosuke had me laughing this morning. So I made a video for fun. Enjoy!