And yesterday, I smelled another one. I looked into the little space between the fridge and the cabinet, and I saw him laying on top of one of the springy peanut buttery things. I barked and scratched like mad, trying to get to him. Mom heard me and she came running in to see what was the matter.
When she saw what I had found, she started laughing. She told me, "Good boy, Moe-moe! But next time find me one that's a little more lively."
Yup, it's true, centuries of terrier instinct and I found one already dead mouse.