Monday Morning Mojo No. 33
WHAT: One bookcase basket
HOW: I call this kind of basket a “bookcase basket” because that’s where I keep it—in the bookcase. This particular basket holds playing cards. Tiger needed a deck of cards so he pulled the basket off the bookcase, picked out a deck, and then left the basket on the couch.
When we came home Mojo was pretending he didn’t know what a couch was, much less that he’d been chewing my bookcase basket on one.
BONNIE’S REACTION: Somebody will pay. Oh, yes.
TIGER’S REACTION: I put the basket away! I did! Oh, wait—
REPLACEMENT COST: None, because I just trimmed it and put it back into the bookcase. It smells like bulldog, though. So does my couch.
There must be something about wicker.
My dog, who does not chew, gnawed at my umbrella stand.
Comment by Bernita — 5/15/2006 @ 5:04 am
Wicker whispers evilly to dogs.
Nibble and chew. Nibble and chew.
Mojo never passes up an opportunity, does he?
Such a face.
Comment by Kait — 5/15/2006 @ 6:29 am
down boy down – bad doggie…
Comment by Dennie — 5/15/2006 @ 2:37 pm
Sheesh…keep moving Bonnie or you’ll become a chew toy!
Comment by Bonnie Calhoun — 5/15/2006 @ 10:36 pm
Hi, guys!
Comment by Bonnie Wren — 5/16/2006 @ 6:27 am
One word, Mojo. “Photoshop.” Ye’ve been framed, my lad. Don’t take this lying down. Well, okay, lie down, since that’s what you do best.
Engage an expert in image analysis! We all know the real culprit is Bonnie’s mild mannered husband guy, experimenting with new kinds of dental floss.
Justice for Mojo!
Comment by pat kirby — 5/18/2006 @ 10:06 am
Heh! You’re barking up the wrong tree, gal. Not only will Hubby never stray from his favorite brand of floss, but he is also about as mild-mannered as Rat Dog.
Comment by Bonnie Wren — 5/18/2006 @ 8:13 pm