Chelsie vs the Rat

Last night we fed the snakes. Got Ed a rat. The rat was a bit faster than I was, so when I put it in Ed's tank, it dashed out the door before I could slide it closed. The rat hit the living room carpet - and Chelsie stood there & watched it run under the bookshelf. I pulled the crap out from in front of the bookshelf, got down on my hands & knees & tried to coax the rat out from under it. The rat did actually come out from under the shelf, headed towards me & then changed directions and sprinted through the kitchen.

Right between Chelsie's legs. She watched the whole thing - rat dropped on floor, rat under bookshelf, me on the floor w/rat... and watched the rat run underneath her. Instead of going after the rat, or even startling away from the rat, she just looked down & then back up at me as if to say, "what in the heck was that?"

I tossed her butt outside.

Then later yesterday evening, Rob tossed her a doggy biscuit & it bounced around on the carpet a couple of times, and she had the nerve to pounce on it.