As I haven't fixed the photo problem
and I don't like to post without a photo,
I found this one
sitting in a draft post.
Not sure when it's from
but I think I must have made it for a postcard swop.
It probably dates back at least a couple of years.
We've had a mouse in the house.
It's evaded capture until today,
or last night to be more precise.
We've tried to capture it humanely,
but the traps were proving useless.
This morning however,
I found a mouse,
on one of the dog's beds.
We think Danny caught it.
He's always looking for mice in the long grass when we're out for walks.
One day he was walking alongside me,
on the lead,
when his attention was caught by something,
and in one swift movement
his head turned down into the grass
and when he turned back round,
he had a mouse in his mouth.
He didn't even break step.
His nickname is
Well one of his nicknames.
last night's mouse
was the only one.