The Vole Incident – and Fuzzy Pink Sweaters

Today I had planned to tell to you about my new sweater. I had even written a haiku in preparation.

After hours spent alone in my kennel, composing haiku’s in honour of my new sweater, mum finally came home from work and let me out. She promised to come out with me, but after she opened the door, something stopped her. What was it?

A dead vole on the back step, just outside the door.

I was already to come in and she still hadn’t stepped out. She started acting really weird, like breathing real hard and shaking. I tried to show her it was no big deal by ignoring as I jumped on the door to come back.  Well, I don’t think she liked that either. She made me back up and kinda jumped out the door.

She was better once she got outside and into the yard. But when it came to letting me back in she got scared again. After a forever amount of time, with the help of a shovel & a couple of garbage bags, mum finally got put the vole in the garbage bin and came inside.

Why are you scared of a little dead mouse?
It’s a vole, and I just am.
But…. it’s dead. It can’t hurt you.
I know, but I can’t help it. It’s a phobia.
A foba-what??

We looked up the word phobia on

pho·bi·a – A persistent, irrational fear of a specific object, activity, or situation that leads to a compelling desire to avoid it.

I don’t think I have any phobias. There are things that scare me: new places, new people, hyperactive dogs running over me at the dog park. My humans always help me understand that they will not let anything hurt me, but I still get scared sometimes.

Mum says if anything like the Vole Incident ever happens again, I am not allowed to help her with her phobia by getting rid of the dead mouse, er vole for her. This is something she usually gets my favorite male human to help her with.  So I’d like to say to The Will, if you are reading this, you gotta make the snow come real soon so you can come home, just in case.

Mum says she’s trying real hard not to think about that silly vole, so to distract her I will recite my haiku after all.


Cold front blowing in

my winter fur yet to grow

fuzzy sweater warms


About Sabrina's Pug Tails

My name is Sabrina. I am a three year old fawn pug who lives with my three humans and my brother-cat Shinobi. I came to live with my family in February of 2010. I don’t remember much about my life before that. I know that I didn’t have a nice warm bed to sleep in or soft couches to lay on. I was rescued from my previous life by the Boston Terrier & Pug Rescue of Southern Manitoba along with my brother, sister and mom. My human mum tells me that some dogs work at being smart and some work at being cute, and I am very, very cute. I think there may be some kind of insult here………
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2 Responses to The Vole Incident – and Fuzzy Pink Sweaters

  1. WolfSong says:

    Cute sweater!
    A dead vole on the door step likely means one of the neighborhood cats likes your Mum. They tend to leave presents like that for the humans they like. To cats, it’s a good present.

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