Dixie and the sticky trap.....

Everybody knows we have a boxer dog. Her name is Dixie. We are crazy about Dixie, and sometimes crazy because of Dixie.....

Dixie is a very unique animal. We got her as a kind of rescue; her owner's husband didn't like her and was going to do something really mean to her, so we took her. She had lived in a pen with a 6'wooden fence around it for at least 2 years. Nobody to talk to, nobody to play with. She was kind of neurotic.

Nobody was even home when I went and picked her up. I just walked in and put a leash on her and walked her to my truck. She sat on the seat so quiet, watching all the scenes passing by as we drove the 30+ miles home. When we got home, she wouldn't come in the house, she was afraid. But our dogs always live in the house so Bobby picked her up and set her up on the bed with him. He petted her and talked to her, and she had really acclimated herself to sleeping on my side of the bed by the time he quit talking. The dog had figured it out! These people were pushovers!

And we are.

Life with Dixie is......different. I am not sure if it is just the breed, as Bobby says that 'Boxers are like that', or if it has to do with her unfortunate life, but she is a challenge. She is ALWAYS into something, so life with Dixie is never boring!

One day, while I was at my desk paying bills, a mouse came out to check that I was doing it right. After all the EEEKKKing and squealing, I realized that my Darling didn't take it as serious as I did. So, I went and purchased one of those sticky board traps for mice, the ones that smell like peanut butter.

For those who are upset now about the poor mouse, let me assure you that no mouse was harmed, or even trapped.

I was careful about setting this thing out. I chose a space where the mouse had been, up high, where nothing was there to interfere with it, and where I would not set my coffee cup on it.

Dixie must have watched me put it there, because as I was cooking supper, that Dixie stealth-ed up on my chair, on to the desk, and snatched that sticky trap! She took off with it, straight to where Bobby was watching TV in the bedroom! How she managed to carry it without getting it stuck to all her parts is beyond me, but she did. Did I mention that Dixie loves peanut butter?

So, she snuggled up on the bed with her prize, having her back to Bobby, of course. She must have known instinctively that the sticky part was bad news for boxer dogs, so she flipped it over. On the sheet. About that time, Bob realized she had something and started an investigation, so she stepped on it.

So, now it is stuck to the sheet. Old Bob is in a panic, she has done this right under his nose, so he roars into the kitchen, and starts to beller about did I have a sticky thing that Dixie could have gotten?.........Yeah, on the top shelf of my desk, I used to have one.

Why I had to pull it off the sheet, I have no idea. Part of my frugal nature, I suppose, that refuses to allow me to throw away a perfectly good sheet! I soon learned the folly of THAT!

I wound up with that sticky stuff on my hands. I am trying to finish cooking supper at the same time I am trying to get this stuff off my hands......Where is Bob? Watching TV in the bedroom, of course!

Just let me tell you, I learned that the damned sheet is not important, once it has sticky mouse trap stuff on it. It is never going to come out. I threw it away.

Also, I learned ice does help. Then use baby oil, cold cream, cooking oil, salt, soap, lemon juice, and when all that fails, get a butter knife and a piece of fresh ice. Harden the sticky stuff as much as it will harden with the ice, and scrape it off with the butter knife. Somebody told me that WD40 could take it off.....

Life's lessons are hard. Now I know how the mouse feels. He should stay out of my house.