Okay, this couldn't be better timing - this just happend:
The dog 120lb black lab was worrying me to go out, I let him out and not 10min later he's banging on the door to come back in, I notice something is in his mouth but he runs past me straight to my bathroom, of course I'm chasing him because he's hiding something and I want to know what , I catch up to him just as he's dropping 2 baby moles into the toilet , I scream; he looks at me like WTF, flush the toilet already , in turn I'm looking at him like if you're so damn smart you flush the toilet!
Hubby and kids come running (all of us are scared to death of rodents) the dog is barking and looking between me and the toilet I guess wondering why I won't flush the damn thing, hubby and kids are like I'm outta here you deal with it! I flush and the damn things won't go down, meanwhile - the dog rolling around on the floor like he just accomplished some great feat, hubby is gone to play golf, kids are in their room with doors closed, I have to pee and won't use my bathroom because I think the damn baby moles are gonna bite my A$$!
I know, I know - I'm a whimp!!!
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