tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23938076.post3870339315570815245..comments2023-10-15T10:48:01.870-04:00Comments on Roxie's World: Rug RatsRoxie Smith Lindemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06455529922082930949noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23938076.post-23615477834569510802007-08-19T12:49:00.000-04:002007-08-19T12:49:00.000-04:00I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at the vermin!Remember...I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at the vermin!<BR/><BR/>Remember when I had to save you and the moms from the mouse a few years ago? It found its way into your kibble! The horror! I also remember when you gave me a dead mouse as a gift about ten years ago. I'm glad that you have since moved on to socks and sanitary napkins.Geoffreyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18357719173715772046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23938076.post-20293250177487643592007-08-19T09:42:00.000-04:002007-08-19T09:42:00.000-04:00I was an excellent mouser in my day, Dudley (and r...I was an excellent mouser in my day, Dudley (and ratter and possum-slayer), but I, too, have retired, because it's so much more fun and less stressful to stand back and watch the humans try to take care of these things themselves. There oughta be a TV show about it -- sort of a comic Fear Factor or something.Roxie Smith Lindemannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06455529922082930949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23938076.post-63734269410353549962007-08-18T23:08:00.000-04:002007-08-18T23:08:00.000-04:00Normally, my human's definition of "cleaning frenz...Normally, my human's definition of "cleaning frenzy" refers to the fit of laughter she goes into whenever anyone suggests that she do any cleaning. This year, however, she decided for some reason to take out our carpeting, which was a wonderful diary--readable by any dog--of the four kids and the many, many dogs who have lived here or just passed through, including, most recently, ME, He Whose Urine Overlays Everyone's Else's. Now I suppose I'll have to go around and tinkle all over the place again.<BR/><BR/>Did you help catch the mouse? There was a mouse where we stayed while the house was being fixed up, and my brother tried to help catch him. I didn't, though, because I'm retired. I did track him some, though. After the fact. (It didn't seem to me that there was any particular urgency to it.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23938076.post-34103701883167556302007-08-18T21:10:00.000-04:002007-08-18T21:10:00.000-04:00Of course you are, qta. That is why Moose loves y...Of course you are, qta. That is why Moose loves you. That is in part why she hired you. And that is why I think Moose, in her heart of hearts, is really a gay man. ;-)Roxie Smith Lindemannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06455529922082930949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23938076.post-71207403290492970612007-08-18T16:47:00.000-04:002007-08-18T16:47:00.000-04:00Wow!wow.whew... I tell you Roxie. I am so glad tha...Wow!<BR/><BR/>wow.<BR/><BR/>whew... I tell you Roxie. I am so glad that I am not alone in my pre-semester anxieties, and my unreasonable and irrational OCD cleaning behavior... but I have to tell you... I am with Moose on this one.qtahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01907222771263313661noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23938076.post-47001615851259053162007-08-18T16:46:00.000-04:002007-08-18T16:46:00.000-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.qtahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01907222771263313661noreply@blogger.com