This morning, as we sipped our morning espresso and caught up on international news (read: tucked a Folger's Instant Coffee bag into our cheek and watched Sesame Street) we heard the distinctive tap-tap-tapping of the Southern Whitecrested Churchmouse, right on our very doorstep! We were able to identify her by her call: "Godforsale! Godforsale! Doortodoor Godforsale!"
As I wrestled Sophie away from the door long enough to politely explain that we already have one, thank you (and pry her foot from the jamb) I realize that Sophie isn't the only one barking like a lunatic ... Jacob has climbed up the back of the papasan into the front window, where he is bellowing "WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!" right along with his canine companion. The Southern Whitecrested Churchmouse, fearing the assault of two savage beasts (not including David or myself) wisely chose to flee.
Oh, how I love that boy!
Pamela
