I took Andy on a brief walk around the apartment this afternoon. Everything was going fine and dandy until he started chewing on something he had picked up off the ground. I actually let him do this for about 15 seconds, cause I figured it was nothing more than a leaf, before I decided to intervene. I asked him to "drop it" - he refused. So then I had to pry open his jaws, put my hand inside his mouth, and grab whatever it was he had. He had a dead mouse. To make matters worse I'm pretty sure it was the same dead mouse we've been trying to avoid for the last 2 weeks. G.R.O.S.S. Granted, it has been pretty cold outside as of late...but still...G.R.O.S.S. Andy kisses his mother with that mouth?!?