Category: shed

Living with a Ratter

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(re-run) The change in the weather is the time to handle the rat situation. How does one know she has rats under her house? Just ask any terrier who might happen to live with you. Terriers were bred to find and kill rodents. Daisy is Jack Russell terrier. I didn’t know how bad my rat… Continue reading Living with a Ratter

Living with a Ratter

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The change in the weather is the time to handle the rat situation. How does one know she has rats under her house? Just ask any terrier who might happen to live with you. Terriers were bred to find and kill rodents. Daisy is Jack Russell terrier. I didn’t know how bad my rat problem… Continue reading Living with a Ratter

When the Rescue Dog is a Ratter

Posted in animal adoption, animal rescue, animal shelter, birdfeeder, birds, continental breakfast, hotel, humor, Jack Russell terrier, memoir, plum tree, rats, relationships, shed, squirrels, terrierLeave a comment

(re-run) The timid white dog with the brown head wouldn’t take a treat from the rescue dog volunteer.  I liked her face, anyway, and took her home. Fast forward 18 months.  The plum tree in the back side yard becomes loaded with fruit. The platform for the shed which I stupidly put next to the… Continue reading When the Rescue Dog is a Ratter

When the Rescue Dog is a Ratter

Posted in animal adoption, animal rescue, animal shelter, birdfeeder, birds, continental breakfast, hotel, humor, Jack Russell terrier, plum tree, rats, relationships, shed, squirrels, terrierLeave a comment

The timid white dog with the brown head wouldn’t take a treat from the rescue dog volunteer.  I liked her face, anyway, and took her home. Fast forward 18 months.  The plum tree in the back side yard becomes loaded with fruit. The platform for the shed which I stupidly put next to the plum… Continue reading When the Rescue Dog is a Ratter