♫ ♪ "There's a rat in the kitchen; what am I gonna do? There's a rat in the kitchen....." ♬ ♩
Walking Charlie this morning, he suddenly started pulling down the entrance that leads to our local open-air market. Charlie has one of those long-extending leads, plus I should wear distance glasses when not wearing my reading glasses. At first, I thought it was a leaf blowing along the length of the wall. Still, as we got closer, I thought maybe it was a bird, possibly wounded or a baby bird, as whatever it was seemed to be hopping rather slowly, given a white hairy idiot impersonating an Alsation was barking at its bum.
IT'S A RAT!
Charlie gave me a look that I swear said: "I know! Let's play with it!" as he barked about two inches from the rat's face. The rat didn't seem bothered at all, as you can see from the picture; it just looked at us unphased. Was this a Mexican standoff? Do I let Charlie have a go? Should I do anything? It is a rat, after all, and this is a food area. I decided to be a grown adult alpha male and scarpered quickly, dragging Charlie barking and bouncing behind me.
I have to say, it looked friendly and totally used to hoomans but it was still a rat.
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