This is our intrepid bulldog at the Wren Family Party. You may notice his intent expression; it is the look he wears while in Stealth Bulldog Mode.
You see, people tend to be a little careless at parties, especially with their food. They’ll get up to get a can of soda, stop to chat with a relative on the way, and generally forget they left their plate of party chow unattended.
By the time they return, sure… they might notice stuff is missing, but it’s a party, for crying out loud! If you run out of food at a party, you just go and get more!
And since Mojo is a Stealth Bulldog, nobody ever guessed who was making off with all the Wisconsin cheddar and roast beef—not until the middle of the karaoke contest, that is.
My sisters-in-law were doing a rousing interpretation of “Doo Wah Diddy” when Mojo steathily let loose with an emanation that instantly emptied the front row. The singers fled, gasping—one on her knees—and there was a short intermission.
Strangely enough, I felt an odd sort of satisfaction, as if nobody had ever listened to me when I told them bulldogs are really, really stinky.
Finally, they KNOW.
Mojo is king!
is Mojo releated to my husband… um, no, I didn’t say that, nope not me!
Despite vastly different body types–external–it seems that bulldogs and greyhounds are kindred spirits, internally.
Our first greyhound could cook up weapons of mass destruction in his belly, unleashing them silently on an unsuspecting living room. His registered name, was…wait for it…Emanation.
Current greyhound, however, specializes in noisy emanations, lacking the noxious sublety of the first.
LOL…. The laughing won’t stop. What a picture you’ve painted.
Mojo! What a cute dog. Talented, too.
The one known as Oh-der-dog! says hi. Two-toes has nothing on the akita we used to have, but he’s gaining ground.
Thanks for the Monday laughter. š
oh no!! you got a pharter!!! P…U…!!!
auggie just belches, no farting yet. please don’t tell me that comes with age…
Why, he is King of Flatulentus, Bernita! How did you know?
Oooh, Dennie, you’re gonna get it, talking like that about your man.
No way, Pat! The breeder must’ve had a good thesaurus, hunh? Just as I do. Hooray for Roget’s! Where else can you find such a great synonym for “gasser”?
I think my eyes are still watering from the ride home, Kristen. A two-hour drive with a stinky dog… bleah! And what about Queen B? But she’s probably the delicate flower of your canine household.
Susan, Mojo is a belcher from way back. He’s typically not that bad from the other end, unless he gets something off his regular diet. Even dog treats set him off. Pee-eww.
Queen B is a loud belcher. She looks so dainty and then out rips the belch that will not die.
Often. Usually under the table while we’re eating.
Or after she jumps up in bed and wants a kiss.
Delicate..snort. Someone didn’t inform this King Charles Cavalier that she’s supposed to be lady-like and not belch loud enough to wake the dead. LOL
LOL…I’ve got an Akita who is just as good at the stealth mode of fragrance transference!
Excellent! No sound effects required!
Ciao chica…great as always.
Mojo must be a Republican dog!
Democratic dogs have better manners :))