I will admit, for the most part, my relationship with the people is a one way relationship in which they provide for me and I basically do nothing to earn anything they give me or do for me. Well, today it was time for me to help them out a little. It had just gotten dark outside. The people were settling down to watch an eighth episode of Lost on a Sunday, and had just gotten about five minutes into the show when Cassandra got freaked out and Shane woke me up from my sleep. I was curled up comfortably on the floor when he shook me and started pointing like a crazy guy.

It took me a couple of seconds, but finally I noticed a little mouse running around a pile of clothes in the middle of the basement. My sighthound instincts sprung into action and with one leap, I had the creature firmly between my teeth right where it belongs. After I captured it (and pretty much killed it) I followed instructions very well and brought it outside, put it down, and then came back in. They were very happy with me. They kept telling me what a good boy I was and how happy they were that they didn't have to kill the mouse and throw it out. Yep... Today I worked for my dinner, and it felt good.