Monday Morning Mojo No. 11
WHAT: Our Christmas card scrapbook (top), Tiger’s baby scrapbook (middle), and our wedding album (bottom).
HOW: When Mojo proved himself capable of extracting shoes from shoe hangers and books out of bookcases, I took the precaution of pushing the sofa against the bookcase as a Bulldog Barricade.
Yeah, well.
You know, for a creature shaped like the Goodyear blimp, the way he can worm his way into tiny little spaces is nothing short of miraculous.
BONNIE’S REACTION: You $!&?%!! dog! Wait a minute…whew! The covers and the pages got chewed, but all the pictures seem okay. Thank goodness! Heh! Look, Hubby, here’s the picture of you sprawled out at the front of the church!
HUBBY’S REACTION: Hmph! I don’t think we’re really married, technically, seeing as how I was unconscious at the time. That padre…
BONNIE: …that padre declared you of sound mind and then you said, “I do.” It counts. I’ve got a whole church full of witnesses to back me up, too.
REPLACEMENT COST: $31.45
It’s the low center of gravity–gives him great leverage for moving furniture.
Saw the picture, immediately thought, well Mojo’s been busy.
Comment by pat kirby — 12/12/2005 @ 8:02 am
I dunno…I think you need to either
a. Replace the dog
b. Remove all his teeth and drool glands
c. Place him in a white-washed room with one chew toy and not exit.
d. Get rid of the dog.
e. Loose the dog. (Did I already say that???)
f. Get a parrot
Comment by M. C. Pearson — 12/12/2005 @ 4:41 pm
Oh, the parrot should be trained to follow the dog around saying, “No Mojo!” “Mojo alert! Mojo alert!” “Kill the dog!”
Comment by M. C. Pearson — 12/12/2005 @ 4:43 pm
The first thing I thought of was…run Mojo, run!
OMG, he’s as bad a s the Lab I had once. He ate a screen door. It was wood, but it had a metal screen center….I guess those are the chewy kind. Well all he left was the hinges and the wall and top parts of the frame.
Yikes, don’t get a parrot! Go read this post I made: http://bonniescalhoun.blogspot.com/2005/09/dont-talk-to-my-parrot_20.html
Comment by Bonnie Calhoun — 12/12/2005 @ 7:21 pm
Okay, this is something that I can empathize with. Our last dog ate our wedding album, too. And my Thesarus, baby albums, rocking chair… It all stopped at the wall. Literally. We put her up for adoption after that.
Comment by AE Rought — 12/13/2005 @ 4:46 am