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mouse 464
Now, more than ever, we need your offers of prayers and support. Not for me, or Kid, or anyone else here in the house. It’s someone outside. A mouse.
Odd, random things always seem to happen the few times I get away. When I checked in by phone last night to see what DH was doing, he said:
“Oh, I’m just trying to keep this little, baby mouse alive.”
You what??
“Well, I have him on oxygen right now, but I’m not sure he’s going to make it.”
There’s a mouse on oxygen at my house?
Picture a little emergency room, tiny scrubs, miniature face mask, a regular rodent ICU.
No. It seems that Becca, normally LTK, had finally discovered something: baby mice by the house. I’m told she brought one out and, in a move similar to actual hunting dog behavior (which shocked us all), set it down on the ground. Did not eat it, de-limb it or the shake the little mouse life out of it. Well, that one mouse ultimately did not make it, but DH went outside later, worried about other abandoned baby mice, and found another.
This from the guy rallying to bomb the garage with agent orange to knock off all mice in a ten mile radius after they ate through a sleeping bag and backpack. I guess this baby mouse through its circumstances had become the underdog, and as I’ve written before, DH is all about the underdog.
He administered first aid. He offered water and cheese (OK, he’s not a rodent specialist). He carefully set up a little mouse habitat in a metal bucket.
And the little fur ball actually made it through the night. Then we debated about taking it to the West Sound Wildlife Shelter. Suddenly, DH got possessive.
“What do they have there that we don’t have?” Ummmm, a vet??
I took the little guy in. He was assigned a number and taken to an incubator. Mouse 464.
DH is a mystery. He didn’t see Ratatouille, so this was not Disney-related. His loyalties to the animal kingdom change with circumstances. All I can figure is underdoggedness makes strange bedfellows, and strange patients. In my house. In a bucket.
Please keep Mouse 464 in your thoughts and prayers.
originally posted on Aug. 13, 2007 at Let the dog in!
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Wow, what compassion. I would’ve jumped on a chair and refused to come down until that mouse was out of the house - or in a cage with a good lock on it!
Although I did enjoy “Ratatouille”, go figure!
Are you serious about the oxygen? HOW do you go about giving a baby mouse oxygen? DON’T TELL ME he was giving it CPR!!!
Yes, it’s true on the oxygen. DH put a towel over the bucket and fed the oxygen line in there all night ($50 of oxygen–gone!). Kinda like an oxygen tent, I guess. DH used to be an EMT, once upon a time. Using his powers for good, eh??
I knew I liked you! That is an awesome post. We’re very much of the Agent Orange camp over here and I think I’d die of a heart attack if I came home and found Dan resuscitating a mouse… a mouse who would soon receive his very own number.
Hilarious! And compassionate. I can’t believe he actually used oxygen. Sounds like cognitive dissonance to me.