EWWWW

Not for the squeamish...
Ever since we have moved into the new house, it's been great taking the dog out to do his thing, because the backyard is completely fenced in. We just open the door, let him out, and let him back in later. So this afternoon, I let him out and after awhile decided to let him back in. I called and whistled and he didn't come, so I decided to give him a few minutes. Then I heard him pawing at the door, so I went to open it. Luckily before I did, I saw his mouth, screamed, shut the door in his face, and ran away. Luckily #2, Jon was home, so I yelled "something's wrong with Jake! It looks like he has worms coming out of his mouth and I'm not touching him!!" Poor Jon doesn't even like dogs, but, he is the man of the house after all! Anyway Jon went to see what the problem was and I hear him yell, "OH MY GOSH!! JAKE CAUGHT A MOUSE!" The "worm" I had seen was a mouse tail!!! SOOOO glad I didn't go with my first instinct and pry his jaw open!!! So yes, evidently people weren't kidding when they said Westies were originally bred to hunt mice and rats. I just never really knew Jake had it in him. I have mixed feelings about the whole occurence...I'm still gagging and shuddering every time I think about it, but on the other hand, I now know that if there were mice in the house, Jake would be going crazy trying to catch them, so it doesn't seem like we have any at this point (I was a little paranoid because I heard scurrying one night, but Jon thinks it was a squirrel on the roof??) Also I'm realizing that it is quite evident that I'm not quite the country girl I assumed I was...who would have thought, growing up in Garrett County? Well that's the story. Congratulations, Jake, on your first kill.