Duke the Wonder Dog proved his worth as a member of the Brown-Olmedo family once more. His quick thinking and courage saved us from the ravages of a young rat who fled the raging storm for the security of our washing machine.
Last night, he was on the patio barking profusely. If there were a cat on the roof it would have fled. If the rooster had flown the coop he would be chasing it and we’d hear his wings flapping and his crow shrieking. I went out to look.
He was sticking his nose in the little space between the back of the washer and the cement cistern/wash table. Margarita said there was a rat. It wasn’t the first that had sought refuge there. I tipped the machine frontward toward me so Duke would have space for his body beneath it. Margarita ran for a flashlight so we could see what was going on.
I held the washer against my legs and pounded on the back panel to frighten the rodent who as yet had not been seen. I must have jarred him loose because suddenly Duke backed out with the creature in his mouth. The little guy’s tail stood almost horizontally from Duke’s lips. I was afraid that if it were alive it might bite him, so I told him to drop it. He did. It wasn’t moving. I guess he crushed him to death quickly. Margarita came with the dust pan and scooped up the corpse to deposit it in the garbage.
“Good boy!” I told Duke. He was quite pleased with himself. I reassured him that we wouldn’t bring a cat into the family for the task he had so admirably handled. To his list of honorifics we have added “mataratas“, “rat killer”. Our hero.