The Mouse The Dog Got

Came home to find little mousie on the dog's bed, dead. I gave him the appropriate dustbin burial as we don't have a recycling box, bag or bin for pet-despatched wildlife. I went out and when I came back he'd done it again - with a different mouse, this time witnessed by my daughter. There was much pouncing, grabbing and shaking, and still the mouse had waved a feeble leg or wriggled a bit. So there's the back story to the original mouse on the bed, more to it than meets the human eye. I would've said something to him but he would've pointed out that he's a terrier. And he would've been right, of course.