Where'd it go?

Well - I found the trap. No sign of the mouse and absolutely no idea how it wound up under the upright piano.
On the positive side - I've also neither seen nor heard the darn thing since the trap went off. Maybe it dashed into some hidey-hole and succumbed to a heart attack. I know the trap snapping startled the heck out of me!
The dogs are under the mistaken impression that winter is over - Golly is shedding like crazy. Dax thinks that just because the sun is out she should bask in it. The look of betrayal on her face is priceless when she realizes she just planted her butt in the quicksand/mire/swamp that's now our melted yard.