I surmised, when we moved to the country, that I would need to learn to live in harmony with the critters that came with the territory. Boy was I right. Some, like the people we meet in life, are easy to live with. The hawks and bald eagles we have seen have been awesome. The deer and pheasant, always a welcome sight. The wood ducks on the river, definitely reason to pause and admire.
But, and there is always a but...the ticks make my skin crawl and the mice, in spite of a slight cuteness, creep me out as well. However, the dogs have no aversion to either of these country critters. Thankfully, I think, they have only brought ticks inside. Although that is creepy enough.
I think perhaps Addy was a cat in another life time as she is an amazing mouser. Hoping I've not insulted her talent by comparing her to a cat. Remind me to add that to her adoption profile. Twice today I've had to take mice away from the dogs. May I just say ewwwwww. Every time I have to do that I swear a City Girl Alert is sounded. It's gross and disgusting...but I manage to complete the task at hand.
It's part and parcel of rural life. So I do it, then wash my hands and wonder how long my scalp will itch. Again the dogs set a better standard for acceptance. For them, it's just another day in paradise. For me? It's a bit of the ickies, but this too shall pass.
Life with dogs. A little humor, a dash of play, a seed of faith, and of course, some dog fur.
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