Rats remain my room 13. I’m hopeless. Years ago, mr I was away, I was home with flu (real flu not a heavy cold 😇). I came downstairs for a lemsip. Let my rescue mingrel, my huge young labradoodle and my even bigger foster doodle into the garden. The doodle dogs fiubd a dying rat, who’d eaten the poison put down by the council rat man.
The rescue boy sensibly Came back into the kitchen. The doodles took to playing catch, throwing the rat to each other. I called them “drop it, come in”. They came in but my doodle was carrying the rat. She responded to a firm drop it as she came thriugh the utility. So I had a rat in the utility and three daft dogs in the kitchen, put my wellies on with my nightie and dressing gown and ran across the road to my neighbour, a police officer - he will help me I thought, he responded to my fears by telling me he’s phobic About rats. Fortunately. Y distress seemed to hit his good nature and public service dedication,. He said if I’d provide thick gardening gloves and. Strong black bin bag, he’d capture the rat. He did, the rat breathed its last, it was wrapped in the plastic bag ready to be collected by the council
Phew back to bed I went
