Last night, I opened the back door to unplug the outdoor xmas lights and suddenly our yorkie, Drake started going crazy. I turned around and he was barking, running in circles, running into walls and furniture. I ran to turn the light on and saw that he was chasing a mouse. I can only assume that the mouse ran in when I opened the door. Of course I screamed like a girl just as I saw the mouse run under the dishwasher. The hubby and I spent the next hour trying to retrieve the mouse. My amazing husband, using a broom stick, LMAO, pinned its tail down and retrieved it using kitchen tongs. Hell of a night!