Hi G-Fans!
Long night of Christmas workshop stuff here at the palace. Yawn, I am tired!
Well, the concierge asked me not to write about this morning, but she isn't the boss of me on the blog, so I am writing about it!
We went out like usual, and Riley came in first as usual.
But the rest of us were lagging. Bertie and I decided we would come in next, it was fairly cold this morning.
The concierge went outside to encourage Tess and Raphael to come in. She noticed that Tess went back into the yard before she came in and the concierge was pretty sure she had grabbed some contraband before dashing into the house.
She looked innocent enough (she learned that from me :)
But, the concierge has been around the block a few times.
She went over to Tess who had immediately snuggled into one of the beds and looked unimpeachable.
The concierge proceeded to lift her lips to see what contraband was hiding in her mouth. The concierge muttered something about Tess being a naughty girl and how grossed out she was and that Tess needed to go onto the deck with the concierge to get rid of the vile object.
When they were on the deck the concierge shook Tessa's mouth to free the substance out so she wouldn't eat it and the concierge didn't have to touch it. What came out was not what the concierge had thought was in there.
If you are squeamish, don't look at the picture.
Yes, it was a mouse. A very recently dead one.
We, of course, all wanted to get a closer look and taste of a mouse, but the concierge had the door closed and we had only the leftover fumes to smell.
I think Raphael was after another one under the grill, I don't think he got any.
Let me ask this question....
Which is worse.... a poopsicle or a mousicle?
TTFN!
-G
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| Tessa getting (giving?) pointers on mousing from Snagglepus. I am not so sure he has ever caught a mouse. |
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| The mouse..... |
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