"Mojo, mmmwaa waaa mehhaaaa NO!"
Dog people tell me horror stories: "We left for an hour and Fritzy ate the WALL!"
My dog Mojo is ten and a half months old. Up until recently, he's been a little angel, chewing only (as our dog trainer calls them) "appropriate" toys, i.e. his bones and bully sticks and squeaky hedgehog. But, somehow, the devil has entered my dog, and in the past two weeks he's eaten the following:
1. our couch (it's okay, it's old)
2. a light bulb (he's fine, the vet says he's fine, I, however, am not so fine, I died like a thousand deaths and cursed my pet-owner self and wonderd if I should have children)
3. the August issues of Real Simple and Wired (left untouched were Newsweek and Atlantic Montly so, if anything, I can praise his taste in periodicals)
4. Lost in the City by Edward P. Jones (I've got to disagree with him on that one: it's really a wonderful book)
5. a straw hat (which he took off my head himself. He doesn't like us wearing hats)
(he hasn't touched my shoes. We had a little talk about shoes when he was just a baby. "Mojo," I told him, "These are the shoes. You treat the shoes like members of our family." I was very adament. I know, as I spoke, he heard only "Mojo, mmm mmememeee, mmm, mhhaa mmmm," but I do believe we have an understanding)
(You don't suppose I just jinxed myself, do you?)
Comments
yup, completely jinxed - the shoes are toast....
Posted by: MatthewD | September 20, 2005 09:12 AM
Bar bar bwar rar bar Megan, bar bar bwarr raw bwarwar good.
Posted by: pato | September 20, 2005 12:03 PM
Not only have you jinxed yourself, but if I were you I'd invest in a lock box for anything graced by the name Monolo. I'm serious. You think that I'm not, but I am.
Posted by: Aaron | October 11, 2005 04:16 PM
(Yes, I'm bored and reading through old blogs. Bear with me and be glad I'm not flooding you with comments on really old posts.)
When I lived with my mom, we had two dogs. One, Rosie, was a border collie/german shepherd mix that we got from a no kill shelter shortly after moving into our house, when I was about 5 or so. She was the sweetest dog ever. The other was Paws, a german shepherd/collie mix who we got as a puppy when I was about 14. A few years after we got Paws, Rosie was getting really old. She couldn't walk up and down the stairs anymore, so my mom would have to carry her to the second floor so she could sleep in my mom's bed with her or carry her out to the backyard to go outside. Eventually, my mom decided it was time to put Rosie to sleep. She ran down the back porch stairs when she heard she was going for a ride in the car, but that's not an important part of the story. My mom told Paws she was taking Rosie for a ride and would be back soon. Of course, my mom didn't come back with Rosie and Paws freaked out. Her buddy was gone! She calmed down for a bit, until a few days later when my mom said to her, "Ok Paws, I'll be right back. I'm going to get Katie [my sister] at school." My sister decided for whatever reason to stay at school, so again my mom came home empty handed. Paws freaked out again, thinking that whatever happened to Rosie also happened to Katie, thus proving dogs actually understand what you're saying and Mojo might not eat your shoes because you asked him not to.
Posted by: Coley | May 30, 2006 09:25 PM