There is something under the house and I don’t like it.
night I caught the whiff of something rotten, then my super sensitive
hearing picked up the sound of something scratching. I immediately ran
over to a floor vent in the kitchen. I stuck my nose down there and
picked up the scent of vermin. I barked to alert my family that we had
an intruder under the house.
did not get the warranted response of concern and action. What I got
was to be told to sit down and be quiet. “But people! There is a
vermin under the house!”
continued to ignore me but Daddy became intrigued. He joined me in the
kitchen. He removed the grate, bent down and sniffed. Oh Daddy! You
need a super sensitive nose to smell anything. Then he put his ear near
the grate. I was so afraid that the vermin would spring up and bite
him and Daddy would have a mouse earring for the rest of his life. But
luckily the vermin had a better sniffer than Daddy.
went back to his chair to watch zombies. I stayed over the grate
staring down at it. If this vermin showed its face I would act like a
true Yorkie and run like hell barking for someone bigger than me to do
Daddy told me he
would go under the house in the morning and see what was bothering me.
Mommy rolled her eyes and shook her head. She knew that’s how the
wicked witch died. House landing. I told Daddy I would go with him but
he told me it was all right he would do it himself which I was really
happy about because I was lying my stubby tail off.
next morning he went under the house and looked around. He didn’t see
anything but is counting on my sniffer and ears to see if anything comes
I am not sure if there was
anything there or if I was just imagining it but I like to see how far I
can push Daddy. I am going to start barking at the skylight to see if I
can get him on the roof.
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