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And no, no... the dogs won't work. Tried that. Although their breed is SUPPOSED to have been bred for the VERY purpose of rooting out vermin of this kind... that gene seemed to have skipped MY three. Because Mr. Mouse actually came into the TV room one day... bold as you please... and I jumped up on the sofa screaming at Louie, who was in there with me "Get him! There her is! Get him!" Rather than immediately look to see what I was pointing at and screaming about Louie didn't even look in the mouse's direction. He just lounged on the sofa, looking at me like, "What the heck is UP with HER??!" Liyah came running in to see what was up but by that time it was too late: Mr. Mouse had quietly sneaked under the armchair (SHUDDER!!!). Layla never even bothered to leave her spot in the front window where she was sunning herself. Of course, I had to come out of THAT room for a bit.
When Mr. Mouse finally came out from under the chair I saw him and screamed again (this time, at Layla, who was with me), "There he is! Get him!" But Mr. Mouse crept right past her. along the baseboard. Virtually right her nose! She didn't even turn her head! I was like, "Seriously?! SERIOUSLY!!?? You don't SEE that mouse??!!!"
Nope, MY prima donnas are like, "Huh, what? What mouse? Where? No, wait... what's a mouse?!"
LOL... thats awesome. (awesome funny... not awesome good, sorry) My ZZ will eat the spiders if he sees them. I don't know what he'd do with a mouse. Of course, as a pup, he was eating ants off the sidewalks, so serious and quizzical!
So... um... I'd suggest a cat, which might be humane as in the mouse vacates the occupied territory,lol, but a cat might not work so well with the three pups. (and not everyone likes cats)
I guess they don't make cartoons about the impossibility of catching mice in the house for no reason.
Maybe someone else has more experience.
We had rats once... but the house had been vacant for a while (this was in Ontario; Alberta does not have rats)... and we poisoned them, but I don't think I could do that again because when we found them after they died, they were all curled up together, and that made me SO sad.
What about an exterminator? One who catches and releases somewhere, and doesn't actually do what he is called unless absolutely necessary?
Peace,
tammy