I had a Cairn Terrier who was very agile. She was able to run down and kill rabbits. I was shocked the first time she did it. When she did it a second time I was even more shocked. You would not have thought those little short legs could move that quickly.
Cairns were bred to catch rats, mice and other vermin but mine would not harm rats, mice, chipmunks and other vermin. I know this for a fact. When we went for right before bedtime constitutional and encounter a frog she would bump them on their rear end to get them hopping. Then she would follow them and bump again. Poor frogs couldn't get any rest in my neighborhood.
One night after my wife had gone to bed and the lights were low I was in my chair watching TV and the dog was doing her best work...sleeping on the couch. I noticed a furtive movement near the furniture upon which sat my TV. It was a mouse. It came out from behind the cabinet and scooted over behind my son's toy basket. Then it scurried over to the hearth, jumped up on it and hid behind the fireplace tools. After a while it must have felt comfortable as it moved to the front of the hearth where I could see its beady little eyes glistening in the light.
I thought to myself, mouse, your days are about to come to an end. I had trained that murderous little shop dog of mine to alert whenever I said, "Look!". She would immediately determine where I was pointing and take off like a rocket to chase down the squirrel, rabbit, frog, turtle or whatever we would see on our walks. So I said "LOOK!". She immediately awoke and began to scope out the den to see where I was pointing. Off the couch she jumped and over to the hearth she sped.
The little mouse must have been aware of her reputation and it went behind the fireplace tools. You could still see its beady little eye shining. The dog could see that mouse and she gradually creeped toward the hearth to take a good look before she did in the unwanted trespasser. When she was as close as she could get without getting on the hearth her tail started wagging and she started dancing with excitement. She turned and looked at me and I swear she was thinking, "Daddy, can I have him as a pet?" She continued to watch the mouse for a while but finally she had had enough of that and went back to the couch to do what she did best, sleep.
The mouse left the hearth and a couple of days later I caught it in a snap trap baited with peanut butter. My worthless mouser heard the snap trap go off and began barking which woke me up in the middle of the night. I went to see what the commotion was all about and retrieved the trap and the mouse which went for a swim in the toilet. The dog was so excited I thought she was going to attack me and take the mouse. That was our one and only mouse to ever get in the house as far as I know. Never did figure out how it got in.
That little dog was my shop dog and would spend the entire day with me in the shop if I was out there that long. If I was doing something really noisy like using the planer she would go out on the deck and snooze in the sunshine until things quietened down. She watched over me for nearly 16 years. When she died I buried her in the shade of the trees near my shop.
She never watched TV very much but when the
Woodwright's Shop came on she would run at top speed from wherever she was to sit and listen to the hammered dulcimer rendition of
Kildare's Fancy and watch that show. I think she liked Roy better than me....
I miss my little girl.