Mouse in the House

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Mouse in the house!

Leandro screams for Lola the pitbull to come help, but he manages to trap it inside a paperbag. 
Lola arrives late like SAPS but wants the glory, so she jumps onto Leandro and hijacks the paperbag, releasing the mouse. 
I run (lol. I don't usually run) downstairs to close the door so it doesn't come back inside. Lola catches it and brings it 
UPSTAIRS TO MY BEDROOM 😱😭

It's still alive, probably having a heart attack and Lola's just like "here's a gift."😌

I almost have a cardiovascular arrest. 
Leandro convinces lola to pick it up and take it outside.

LORD! 
I'm gonna need 5 days off work.

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