Mouse In The House!

Yesterday morning when I was coming down the stairs I saw a mouse on the stairs and it saw me too and quickly ran down the stairs(I was surprised how something that small could run down the stairs but it sure did!) and scurried off and hid down where the coats are hanging up  in the hallway, so Buddy sat there patiently and waited for it to emerge and usually he's in the same room I am, right by my side but he'd wandered off (which was suspicious in itself like he was up to something)and I heard this weird blood-curdling scream as I was on my computer a short while later in the morning so I got up to check worried he was hurt or something......and I saw he'd caught the mouse!(I'm surprised at his old age he can still catch them; those little guys are pretty fast!) It was held in-between his paws and in his mouth, alive but all wet(and scared shit-less, with eyes bugging out in fear, poor little thing) so I took it off him, picking it up by the tail, opened the door, and tossed it outside into a bush in the backyard before he could eat it. He's a good mouser, being a Dachshund, as they have been bred for generations to be hunters of small game but tha last time he ate one he was sick for a few days and had the absolute *WORST* diarrhrea I have ever seen or smelled in my life; it was revolting and those things are filthy too and vectors for disease so not exactly the sort of thing I want him eating. It's funny too how to me he's the sweetest, most loving dog in the world, but to a mouse or chipmunk he's this fierce predator, a killing machine, sort of like Mafia; kind and loving to their family but brutal to their enemies.

The 19 YR old also got an interview for a real job,too, a career not just a job, in her chosen field of fashion, and she even got recommended by her school as one of their top students, to work for a real fashion design place and  she even got called back  for a second interview which is a good sign( not a Don't call us, we'll call you....) and it's for after she graduates so if it works out she'll already have a job waiting  for her when she's finished school but the bad is it's in Vancouver which she doesn't like and was originally planning on leaving after school and moving to Toronto, and my hubby says she'll be "exploited" as everything in the fashion industry exploits but just as long as she's NOT abused or hurt. My mother also yelled at me You don't think before you speak! well, excuuuse me for having Asperger's....and where do you think I got it from, and besides, she doesn't think before she yells,either. My hubby also said the most absolutely astonishingly heartless insensitive cruel thing today,too about when Buddy dies to just put him in a plastic bag and throw him out in the garbage, like he's just trash, which horrified and angered me and felt like a knife in my heart! How about when he dies we just toss him out in the garbage,too? Buddy is my best friend and deserves to be laid to rest properly; either cremated(if it's not too expensive and we can afford it) or buried in our backyard, and I don't even want to think  about it; it's just like thinking about the kids dying; my heart can't take it.