Beck (and Pamela) and I moved into a new house about 4 months ago. Since the move, our dog Brutus has managed to catch three rats and one mouse. I'm not sure it is intentional, because Brutus is so stinkin' sweet he wouldn't hurt a flea. He probably sees the rodent scurrying across the floor and thinks of it as some sort of toy. It appears that the rat or mouse is then drooled to death, as we find an intact but slobber-covered carcass on his blanket the following morning.
I heard a bit of commotion in the living room about three AM this morning. Sure enough, Brutus had added another mouse to his tally. He is pretty proud of himself. And righty so, 'cause this pooch is more than worth his weight in gold!