Mouse Boy

I took the dog down to the river this evening as usual. While he was scratching around in the leaves and bushes looking for - as I thought - a suitable place for a dump, I'm in the process of lighting a fag when I hear an ear piercing squeal (well, perhaps not ear piercing - but it gave me a start anyway). I turn around to see he's got a mouse in his mouth, still squealing. I think the tug on his lead gave enough of a shock to loosen his grip momentarily and Mickey was off into the undergrowth. I couldn't see whether he was injured, but he didn't hang around for close inspection. Joey looked a tad deflated.

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