I’ve mentioned that sometimes my husband takes Morgan along as his copilot when he goes out to run quick errands. The other night was one of those outings, but it didn’t go as planned. It did turn out to be memorable, though, and served to reinforce Morgan’s ideas about how important it is that she protect us. I apologize now in advance for not having a surveillance camera of some kind in the car, because watching the events I’m about to relay would certainly be worth watching.
After dinner, we had the idea that a snack would be good while we were watching a few favorite shows. Mr. Taleteller volunteered to run out to the grocery store in the next town over and take Morgan with him. I didn’t expect it to take them long, and after the shows started on TV, I realized that they were still gone. I started to wonder, and just as I was getting ready to text and ask where they were, when the car pulled into the driveway.
A few minutes later, the back door banged open and a flustered Mr. Taleteller and a wild looking Morgan burst into the house. I looked at my husband and knew something was wrong, so I asked what had happened. Dear readers, I cannot make this stuff up.
My husband and Mo had made an uneventful trip to the grocery store, snacks were acquired and they were on their way home when things went awry. All of a sudden, Morgan began barking, and not just in her usual “get away from my car, you wreckless motorcycle dude” kind of way. She was in full out Cujo mode and my husband said he honestly wondered if she’d gotten a defective rabies shot. She was literally foaming at the mouth and he was baffled about what was going on. A minute later, a mouse ran over the back of the seat and across my husband’s chest.
This is the same man who dropped a love seat on me in our first year of marriage over a toy mouse the cat had left under it. He has vowed that if a mouse ever showed up in our house that we are moving immediately. In short, mice are his Kryptonite and he hates and fears them more than anything else I can think of.
Having a mouse in his car was almost more than my husband could bear. They pulled over on the side of the road, but the mouse could not be located. I can only imagine the inner conflict that was going on in his head before he finally got back in and drove home.
Once they got home, my husband unloaded everything from the car. He dug through all his search and rescue gear and anything else he had in the car in an attempt to find the mouse. Morgan was so amped up that he took her back outside with him and put her in the turn out pen while he continued his search. To his dismay, the mouse ran out of the car and straight to our back door, where it was trying to find a way inside.
My husband got Morgan on her leash and they came up to the back door. Morgan’s approach scared the nefarious rodent and he darted off into our yard, where Morgan wanted to follow in hot pursuit. Mr. Taleteller just wanted to get back in the house, though, and he drug her into the back door. He packed all his things up and tossed them in the trunk.
Nobody slept much that night. Morgan barked over every dust speck that floated by in the dark. My husband tossed and turned imagining phantom mice running across his chest. The rest of us were awake because they were awake. I have a feeling that mice may have passed rabbits on Morgan’s most wanted list for all time. One thing I do know is that the German Shepherd will always have your back in our house. Once she gets over the adrenaline rush, we’ll all sleep better knowing she’s on the job. Well, most of us will. I suspect my husband will be sleeping with one eye open for the next year or so.