My Collie and Me vs. the Mouse: Round 1

Well, I have a mouse in my apartment. I've known he existed for a while, but had not actually seen him. Last night, he showed himself and the battle was underway. My dog and I chased him into a closet where I tried to get him out while she (my border collie) was standing guard waiting to catch him. During the chase, we knocked over stacks of movies, a table, a lamp and various other items. He kept escaping our relentless pursuing, until we... uh... relented. So, the mouse won Round 1.

The problem is not the mouse itself; I have nothing against him. He's cute and about 3 inches long... just a teeny weeny little guy... but he's not afraid of me. He's afraid of my dog, though. He would run toward me as he ran from her. I don't do well with creatures like this. I'm very concerned about diseases and such... *sigh* I'm chicken shit. There's the truth.

Anyway, the mouse may have won the first round, but the war has yet to begin. My dog and I will prevail. It has given me an idea, though. I'm thinking of writing a short story with journal entries written by a mouse who is attempting to get a couple and their dog out of the apartment that he was in first. As the little mouse tries and tries he becomes more frustrated and increasingly crazy with his plans. Just an idea.

So, just for the record; score at the end of Round 1 - Mouse: 1, Dog/Matt: 0