Catchy title huh? Well, back in jan i was at a funky antique kind of store when i came across an old wooden box-i love old wooden box-type things, so i had to dig it out from under other stuff and check it out. It had a tiny tag that said "rat house." I kid you not-it's in my journal for proof. How could anyone pass THAT up? I knew none of my friends could boast of having one. I would be the only one with a gen-u-ine rat house. Well, i have grand ideas for said house, only it sits for awhile...i finally made a "rat nest" to put in there for starters. It sits some more. Last week while checking out the halloween stuff at michaels i find the perfect rat! ugly, hairy brown, dirty looking thing-perfect for the house. I can put a halloween hat on it for now-change it up at christmas...etc...
I bring the rat home-and nala-who must inspect every bag you bring into the house makes no exceptions with this bag. Within 2 min of arriving home i see her run off-i knew she had something-and sure enough, the rat is in her mouth w/a piece of "fur" alreadt torn. I had to hide it for few days, then when she wasn't home, put the rat into the box.
She discovered it. She laid in front of the box and growled at it. alot. Then gary caught her chewing on the box. NO, no, bad dog. Fri i wake up for work, and notice something in the living room-turn on a light. It's the rat. Or what is left of it. One million pieces of it. The box was on the other side of the room-with the plexiglass door open-a chunk of it is gone. just gone.
Nala owes me one rat.