Mousing.....

It appears that illness isn't the only thing that Otto can smell.

For about 30 minutes each winter morning Otto , the guardian turns into Otto, the mouse hunter. He isn't very good at it. Our 10 year old black lab, who has been sadly neglected in this blog, is an expert mouse hunter which makes Otto crazy. Dig, dig, dig, .dig, dig, dig...nothing. Every day, with the indelicate pounce of an elephant, Otto revisits previously dug holes where the lab had success, nothin' here, nothin' there, all mice in the entire county long gone thru the extensive escape tunnels.

Today, January 27th, a cold clear morning in Elkhart Lake, 9:32 am, the world has one less mouse.

It was gross...