As I've mentioned before, we have a bit of a mouse problem at the moment, today the peep and Floyd were in the hooman bedroom, and Floyd started sniffing like crazy at a box against a wall.
She called for me and Him. She got me to stand on the other side of the box while He lifted it away to reveal what they suspected was a mouse.
They moved the box, and the mouse went running past me and... I started sniffing Her leg.
She laughed at me. That's right, my very own peep LAUGHED at me... She then went further and asked... "What sort of terrier ARE you Dougall?!"
What sort of terrier am I?
Obviously I am a CUTE one, who's sole purpose in life is to be cute, cuddled and to enjoy the puppy perks in life.
I'm not here to control the wildlife... Am I?