We are very proud to announce, Rummy caught his first mouse 2 nights ago. And better yet, last night, he caught his 2nd mouse. So far, he has caught 2 mice, on back to back nights.
Rummy and his very proud catch, a mice
Rummy was out taking his usual potty break in the evening, when suddenly, he came to the door with something dangling in his mouth. He was a little unsure about what our response would be, so he hovered outside. Rob was the first one to spot his catch, and he was very happy, he told Mum to grab her camera.
And so we went outside, and praised Rummy and made a huge fuss over his major accomplishment. Rob gave him real treats to make him see how pleased we were with him. Bear in mind, no one taught Rummy how to catch those mice, and we have a few of them on the property, and they're wild. But he has allowed the terrier side of him to come out, and he has stayed true to his form - a ratter. Terriers were bred for ratting, amongst many other gifts that Airedales possess, but this is extraordinary, because Rummy is only 5 months old, and untrained.
The poor dead mice
We allowed Rummy to walk proudly with the mouse hanging off his mouth, and stayed with him, while he poked at, sniffed at, nibbled on, and chewed on his catch.
Rummy's dead mice
Gromit and I were also very surprised that Rummy did this on his own. It was pitch dark outside, how did Rummy see so well that he could catch a fast running mice? It must have been amazing to watch but no one was around to see in the dark, how he did it.
Gromit and I come closer to Rummy to investigate that dead mice in his mouth
Rummy was willing to share his dead catch with us, but we wished he would just let it go so we could have a bite at it too
Gromit inches closer to Rummy's dead mice, and Rummy allows his best friend to sniff
After a while, Rummy decided that he wanted to bury the mice and he and Gromit proceeded to dig a big hole in the plant bed. Rob and Mum yelled "No".
The mice is in the yellow line. Gromit was having fun poking at it.
Gromit had a few bites at the dead mice, but no one ate it in the end. Rob took the mice and threw it into the trash bin. The 2nd night Rummy caught a mice again, we didn't make a big fuss anymore, but we still praised him and made him feel happy about it. He wanted to take it into the house this time, but Mum yelled "No". She didn't want a stinky mouse in the house. No way.