Vanda! You must tell us more about that hedgehog attack! You should write a book! When Hedgehogs Attack!

Michelle, now Hubby and I are calling Mojo “Barge Arse.” Affectionately, of course.

Mojo loves you, too, Bernita!

Lrlwreath, thank you so much for dropping by. I used to have a cat that would growl at everything. He would sit on my bed and then pop awake, and growl at the wall, like something was behind it. Sometimes he would “follow” the something all around the room. It freaked me out!

M.G., maybe I can get you and Elizabeth to come and try sneezing in front of Mojo.

Welshcakes Limoncello… that sounds like something really good to eat. I’m so glad you came to visit.

Kristen, after I finish up here I’m coming over to your blog to see how everything was going at the RWA.

Bonnie: that’s a good tagline for him!

Dennie, I used your quote in my next post! I think heat and humidity suck all the wit out of us.

Elizabeth, maybe you can also melt this dog’s propensity to snore loudly. I think I might pay for your airfare!

Then…

*tears of sadness*

I’ll never be able to visit now; elephant sneezes sound like ghost whispers compared to mine. Poor Mojo. I can’t even imagine his reaction.

We’d have to hope the same St. Francis affect that seems to melt M.G.’s dogs would melt Mojo, too.

What a nice treat to see after being gone for 6 days. I missed your humour and Mojo.

Between Queen B and her helicopters and Mojo and the sneezes, I think the world is a bit safer.