February 27, 2021

White Dog came in and sat next to me. "You know dad and Roman have spent the entire day hunting for signs of mice in the kitchen. They pulled out the stove and refrigerator and cleaned under them using strong soap and then vinegar. Then they took everything off of the top of the frig and sorted the things into plastic bins to mouse-proof them. They pulled all of the canned goods and spices from the shelves; wiped them down and then scrubbed the the cubbies where they were organized. They finished by thoroughly cleaning the oven and stovetop. They just finished up a couple of minutes ago after mopping the floor."

"Wow! Did they find any more mousies or places where they might be nesting?" I asked. "No," WD responded, "and now there should be no reason for them to even think about visiting us. But now it is after dinner time. Dad and Roman are exhausted. Can we skip the meal we had planned and order out? Nothing fancy...you could get a salad and we could order a big pesto chicken pizza that the rest of us could share. We could call it a 'No Mouse in THIS House' Fiesta and thank dad and Roman for their hard work of today."

"If we do this then some pup must be in charge of making sure the pizza box goes out to the trash bin AND the crumbs are vacuumed up." "Deal."