I have Nothing to Post So....

I have nothing to post, so, I'm borrowing a story from my youngest brother Scott who lives in Alaska. He just sent this email to me today, haven't heard from him in a while...

We will just name this one:

“DID THAT REALLY JUST HAPPEN”

And yes it really did. It might sound too good to be true, but it certainly did happen!

So I am in the process of trying to find a better place to live while working in Anchorage for the dogs. The apartment just isn’t very good for them and I want them happy. So I’m looking for a little farm house on some land for them to run.

So I found a nice looking little farm house and set up an appointment to check it out. It’s down the beautiful “old Glenn hwy” and it was a gorgeous day to drive out. So I load Amos up and head out there. I show up and it’s perfect on the outside. It’s a huge property, all wide open with busy roads anywhere around. It’s about a mile down a dirt road. So perfect, and Amos jumped out and started running and frolicking and having a ball immediately.

So I introduce him and myself and we look around a bit and head inside. Well it is an old farm house so it’s by no means the penthouse suite, but I’m usually doing the bachelor thing in Anchorage anyway, so good for the dogs is what I’m after. So I overlook the first impression of how old the inside is. It’s cozy. But then as we were talking a mouse ran out in the middle of the floor (behind the prospective sellers) and it stopped and looked at me and then scurried off behind the furnace door. So I’m thinking should I say something about this??? I figure nahhh, just a fluke thing, no biggie; one lil mouse is no problem. So I stay open minded.

The guy is continuing his spill and I’m listening and I kid you not a different mouse came from a different direction and was totally cool with us, not scared, just walked leisurely into the other room. Once again the guy’s back was to him, but I was positive this was real, and I was not hallucinating. I hadn’t eaten any mushrooms or anything.

So I figure now I have to inquire about this situation somehow without offending this guy. So at this point Amos is still running happily around outside. I can see him out the window, the owners back is to this window though. He was having a ball, but he seemed to hunting something.

So just so we are all clear, this inspection is not going well in my opinion. The house was cozy and homey I guess, but you usually don’t want to feel like you’re in a “farm of free grazing mice” when your house hunting.

So I am still watching Amos. He is circling my truck outside as I’m looking over the guys shoulder as he continues to give his pitch. About that time I see two mice scurrying around under the truck looking for a safe exit as the BIG BAD HUNTER Airedale Terrier is dancing circles around it, he’s in full on attack mode, but has no clue what he’s doing. He just knows that whatever is under that truck is meant to be chased and destroyed!

So about that time I find my spot to butt in and ask. So I say “this being an old farm house have you ever had any kind of Rodent problem?” The guy’s response was long. But it started like this “Ohhh no, nothing to worry about, we have seen one around from time to time but we keep mouse traps out regularly and never catch anything, so it’s never been a problem”. So as I have one of those instantaneous (did he really just give me that crap) coughing fits, I say. “you sure (?), it’s common for old home places to have that problem from time to time, but I would want to know if it does”. Once again he starts denying any problem, but this time he might have a problem. Seems my lil hunter is quite effective and by golly he is proud of his accomplishment. Well any good “Airedale Terrier” knows if you accomplish such a monumental and joyous goal, you can’t let it go un-seen by your proud human? Right?

Well just as this guy is denying that there is any problem at all with rodents, here comes super “Amos” the Airedale banging thru the half open door and covered in mud off the under belly of the pickup which he had to squirm under to get his catch, he then shakes off all the muck on the freshly cleaned carpets and does his “Toss The toy” trick with this little critter we call “Mouse”. The mouse hit’s the ground, looks a bit confused and slightly injured, but he manages to run off and go under the furnace closet door to hang with his buddies. The guy didn’t even try to explain the mouse problem. We just shook hands, I apologized for the floor.

This was the funniest thing that has ever happened to me, well at least lately, and maybe ever. I couldn’t even believe it. I mean I really couldn’t. I swear if I had known and gotten this all secretly on tape with the phone, it would have been freaking golden!

I may never relive this type of thing again, but if you ever get to, savor the moment because it just might not ever get any better.

Hey, and how about that Amos, his first safari huntin trip and he bagged one. Good on him!

Scott

P.S., don’t think I’m gonna take the house although I think Amos would be thrilled if I moved him into mouse’ville.