[Dailydrool] Adventures at 3 a.m.

[clara at spiritone.com]

Let me just start by saying, I gag easily.  Usually I am great in a 
crisis. Blood doesn't faze me, but I don;t do icky. I just stand there 
& gag. You can already see where this is going can;t you

Last night, Lucy woke up about 3 and asked to go out, so out we went. 
I generally go out with one eye closed, but I like to go just to be 
sure I pick up any poop that might happen, and in case of raccoons.

Lucy peed, then snuffled around about, mostly sniffing some 
flowerpots. She picked up what looked like a curled up fall leaf, 
dropped it onto the sidewalk around the house, sniffed it, went back to 
the flowerpots. I kicked the dead leaf with my toe, scooting it off the 
sidewalk, onto the stones that surround the house.  Lucy checked a few 
more things out & turned to go.  She sniffed the area of the leaf once 
then trotted back on her merry way.

When I got her in the kitchen, I could see she had something in her 
mouth. Fortunately, she was right beside the counter where I keep the 
disposable gloves. Folding her with one hand I not so deftly got a 
glove & put it on. The gags started because I anticipated cat poop 
wrapped in leaf matter.

Brief  pause to tell you I am gagging as a write this.

Well, it took a few tries but and Lucy certainly didn't want to let go 
of her prize, but I got her mouth open & pulled out a DEAD MOUSE! 
Serious gagging ensued.  Lucy looked like I just stole her doll.

Fiona was up by then, watching the whole thing.  Fortunately, when she 
went out, no treasures were discovered.

Drool to all in need.

Adrienne Gillespie, Fiona & Lucy