We got back from our walk this lunchtime, and as usual, opened the garden gate to let the hounds have a final wee before their lunch. Without hesitation Little Miss Butter-Wouldn't-Melt shot across the grass and grabbed what I thought was a ball.I called her and she brought it straight to me - it was a live rat! Eeek!! I told her to drop it, which she did, but it started to move, so she grabbed at it a second time. I put my foot on it and shouted for my OH, but neither of us could think what to do. OH grabbed a clay flowerpot and popped it over the beast till we, (well I - he would have let it go), could plan how best to despatch it. I won't go into detail, as I am supposed to be a let-live animal lover, but let's just say that it is now an ex-rat. What did the reactive and much-decorated Eddie do? Carry on blindly sniffing his way round the garden while my dainty showgirl demonstrated her fitness for purpose as a great hunting hound!