Good afternoon everyone. Today, no kitchen but a true story that happened in my house a few hours ago. I must to tell you, because it is unique and original.
I told you of our dog, right? Mr. Willy, is a treasure. But I have not told our cat: Minnie, a cat 8 years old, very shy and cuddly but only with those who know. Minny is a great hunter. Hunting sparrows. robins and mice. Yes, yes, I know that now you are horrified, but its nature is, in fact mica eats them, leave them there as a gift, and the preferred place to find them to us where is the tavern.
Today, as yet ill, but tomorrow I go back to work because I no longer have a fever, I thought I'd turn on the fireplace that is in the tavern, at 11 o'clock in the morning. Well, I light it up, while my husband goes to the grocery store. Willy, as usual, falls immediately into the tavern with me ... and there begins the story. She starts to smell in a mobile, trembling all over. I try to remove it from there, but nothing to do, not moving. I suspect. "Maybe there's a rat" scream. But who scream that no one is home, except that if the cat is asleep on the couch! I'm afraid of mice. Willy does not give peace. I do courage and then I move the furniture is an antique table and then do a little effort. Behind there is nothing, not even inside the cabinet, and there are no holes ... Well, I think Willy should have the travegole. Setting the table. Willy hour mail to the couch. The sofa is very large, one can not move it. Meanwhile, the cat sleeps ... I try to ignore it, but I know that is not the right tactics, things do not disappear by pretending it does not exist. And there is Willy, and is doing something in the mail. Oh, why not return the Vict, it takes time to do some shopping? I look at the clock, is only 10 minutes away! I take courage, I move that the puff is between the sofa and the wall. There is a mouse, there is the little mouse. He does not move, the dog is crazy ... I will too! I put the puff in his place. "Ugh, does not solve the problem by covering the mouse. "I remember that somewhere in the garage is a mousetrap always taken a few years ago for this problem, but then the mouse was in the kitchen on the ground floor. I seek, I find, get the cheese, I put a little into the trap, my hands shake, the door is not opened. Calma .... ok ... am referring the maneuver is done. I place the trap so the mouse will be able to enter, ie I move the mouse .... puff più.Vedo Willy is not lying on the carpet intent to do something. The Mouse came out from his hiding place, was now at stake. The poor little mouse was hurt, no more moving a hind leg . Lecce WILLY WAS THE PAW. Understand? A dog was, in its way, consoling a mouse. I was moved.
When taken into the house I been reading about Willy Yorky and I came to discover that they were originally hunters of mice. In fact they were used by miners, in fact Yorkschiyre where they took the name, to hunt the rats in the mines. We see that in the DNA of Willy's still something about the rats, but not hunting them, cure them. I find this amazing.
Bravo Mr. Willy.
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