Allow me to introduce our Neighborhood Watch Program:
Mojo earned this title last week when he alerted the neighborhood to a dangerous intruder who’d sneaked into our home while I was busy cleaning out a closet. Did I mention that Hubby and the boys were out of town all week and Mojo and I were ALL ALONE?
There I was, deciding whether to keep or toss a pair of shoes that happen to be older than my marriage—completely unaware of the danger I was in! And the next thing I know, Mojo goes off like a canine fire alarm.
I thought he might have cornered a possum that sneaked in, but the way he was trembling as he barked I could tell it was something big. Really BIG.
I’ve got a mug shot of the home invader right here:
Yup.
Mojo barked at it a good ten minutes but the thing wouldn’t budge. Finally he decided to sit down and wait it out, growling now and then just to keep it on its toes.
Time goes by very slowly in a bulldog standoff, especially when the bulldog is sitting on your foot.
After a while your foot goes to sleep, and you begin to wonder if maybe Mojo knows something you don’t. You begin to wonder if maybe that dusty old suitcase really is capable of creeping up on you while you’re sorting socks just so it can pound you flat.
Or you wonder if maybe Mojo knows that there’s really something INSIDE the suitcase, something waiting to jump out in the middle of the night so it can crawl up the stairs and EAT YOU BOTH.
My money’s on the suitcase.
Suitcases seem to have more patience.
🙂
My money’s on Mojo.
I love Mojo.
I’m dying here! The same thing happens in our house but it is usually the bathroom scale that sets Auggie off. I guess he has caught on that he is on a diet.
I LOVE Mojo and big toofers!!! And it is awesome that you have such a ferocious protector around…teehee.
That’s hysterical. 🙂 Did you wait until he was sleeping and then move the big bad suitcase a little to throw him off balance? Such fun.
Ok everyone in the office building want to know why I am laughing so hard on a Monday morning. Normally there is NOTHING funny about a Monday morning. Except Mojo !!!!! Thanks for a great beginning of the week.
Bonnie, you’ve got it all wrong. He didn’t think the suitcase was an intruder. The old thing offended his fashion sense. Mojo is a dog of distinction. He would prefer a nice black leather Tumi bag or perhaps a Louis Vuitton tote?
Hi, guys!
tl, yes. The bulldog spirit was wiling, but the suitcase flesh was a lot tougher.
Mojo loves you, too, Bernita. He wants to know if he can come over and chew a little on some of those talking hangars of yours.
He is oh, SO FEROCIOUS, Susan! He sounded like a werewolf on speed! Poor little guy was shaking like the proverbial aspen, though.
Honey, I could never be so mean! (Of course, moving it when he was just dozing off, well, that’s a different matter.)
And a good work week to you, Laurel Wreath. Thanks for bringing Mojo to work.
🙂
Holy cow, Jaye, you mean an old suitcase I got when I was 16—and filled up enough books with green stamps—isn’t on a par with Luis Vuitton???
Maybe I should put it on the Goodwill pile with the shoes, hunh?
LOL – the world is safe from Samsonite! I have been worried….
🙂
Classic ending to a classic bulldog tale! Hilarious!!!
Why am I laughing so hard at this?
Girl came rushing up to me to see what Mojo had done this week.
He didn’t destroy anything? No, but look what he saved Bonnie from.
An evil, evil suitcase. 😉
What a great way to start a Monday. I love Mojo and his escapades.
Thanks for the giggles.
That dog of yours is adorable! These stories of him almost make me want to bring my dogs in the house. Then I remember they are poop machines on steriods and I come back to my senses.
I dunno…I think Mojo got the suitcase down…it’s looks pretty blue to me! ROFLOL!
Great story. I’m still giggling. Oh, and Mojo is absolutely adorable.
My dog goes into attack mode barks if the wind blows too hard. Yanno…which never happens in Oklahoma.
You’re lucky we are oceans apart! If i were closer i have to kidnap Mojo and make you an offer you couldn’t refuse!
I’m giggling like a nutcase. Good puppy protecting you from that big ole suitcase giggggle.
I love it, Bonnie. And I love Mojo. He has a new fan in my dog, Simone. Simone goes crazy every time a piece of furniture is not in its precise place – it really offends her sense of aesthetics – and the vacuum cleaner starts her off, too! [Good excuse not to bother using it.]
I guess Mojo won’t be entering the airport watchdog training program anytime soon
Tell Michele I already got first dibs on the Mojo kidnapping caper.
Hey Bonnie,
The securities at our airports are looking for a few good bulldogs that have an interest in luggage, and seems that Mojo fits the bill.
Hey Bonnie, That suitcase…. is it as old as the shoes?
I think Rupert is on to something! Maybe Mojo can be helping out. At the very least, I think there is a book in all of this.
xo, Kate
Hey Bonnie,
Im back again. Our Janet has a piece of luggage like yours, but in Plum color.
Its 34 years old and is good codition (like new) like yours.
Now how old did you say those shoes were? :))
xo, Rupe
Rupert! I got that suitcase when I was 16, so Janet’s got me beat by a couple of years!
My sister and I collected green stamps and pasted them into stamp books until we had enough to get the stunning piece of luggage you see above. (My sis got a gold suitcase and I got that blue one.)
My husband gave me a bicycle for Christmas many years ago. Because we lived ina very small apartment, there was no place to hide it, so he stored it in my parents’ cellar. When he brought it into the house, my mom’s dog had a five-alarm hissyfit, and spent a good hour or so making sure the bicycle wasn’t going to murder the entire family right before her very eyes. Every time Todd or Dad went to take it downstairs, she’d start freaking out again. I think, eventually, Mom had to put the dog up in the bathroom.
Amazing creatures, aren’t they?
At least he’s protective… I’m pretty sure an intruder could murder us both, and so long as he gave our guys a cookie they’d be totally fine with that. 🙂
The 70’s called… It wants its suitcase back!