WHAT: The last foam dog bed we will ever buy.
I mean it. We’re through. The end, ZIP, Fini.
HOW: Our son was sold into slavery—he said—because we made him sweep the kitchen/family room floor. It was his brother’s turn to be sold into slavery, not his; we were cruel and inhuman; how could such injustice continue in America today, bla, bla, bla.
In the midst of all this bellowing, he tossed everything into the back patio (the better to sweep the floor, he claimed… oh, and note the dirty socks out there, too).
Unfortunately, when Squirt tossed the dog bed outside it landed upside-down, thereby exposing its secret to Mojo: it was made out of FOAM, the bulldog equivalent of crack cocaine.
BONNIE’S REACTION: Squirt! You let Mojo rip this to pieces!
SQUIRT: (bellowing) I didn’t LET him eat it! I just didn’t NOTICE because I am EXHAUSTED from DOING ALL OF TIGER’S CHORES!
REPLACEMENT COST: None (see “WHAT” above). We’re down to one dog bed, a Costco cedar-stuffing number, as you can see below.
Demon dog.
Definitely.
When the kids at the children’s home I used to work at complained about having to do (gasp!) chores every day, I would just tell them to wait until the got their wish of being on their own and had to work for food, shelter, clothing, etc, as well as do all the chores in their own place. I’m not sure if that stopped their complaining or if I just couldn’t hear it because I was laughing so loudly.
Mojo saves the world from yet another foam rubber alien invader. 😉
Silly pup. He loves his cushy chews.
poor Squirt – parents that make him do chores – who’d ever heard of such a thing … wait, you mean you can get the kids to work for you … hmm… kids c’mere…
I love the dog and cat comments at the end:))
funny, funny, funny! And, what with that photo, I’m laughing right out loud.
That alien invader cost me $45, Kait. I swear, that dog… grrr.
Threats and bribes, Dennie, threats and bribes.
I think he’s a demon dog, too, Bernita. But he’s Hubby’s angel and can therefore do no wrong.
Dave, you and Hubby have the same script: a run down of How Much it Costs in the Real World followed by maniacal laughter.
Hi, Sissy!
Oops, Waldo Rupert, I just missed your comment. How are you doing, dog? Tear up any toilet paper rolls lately? Heh!
i luv my monday mojo :), oh well Bonnie, the costco beds are the bomb. I have 2 Aussies (Pancake & Emma) who each have their own, but like to share so Smokey Cat has his own. Which I think was his plan all along….. Have a great week!
I’d take the 45$ over the $100 in the front yard just for lights/sprinkler repair thanks to Two-Toes and his jaws o’power crushing. 😉
Mojo can come visit any time he wants. 😀
Poor Mojo…LOL…now he’s going to expel foam for a few days…LOL…There’ll be little presents all over the yard!…LOL!
Bucky, don’t surrender to the dog!! You’ll be sorry!
Laugh, laugh, laugh!!!
Bonnie, is there anything left unchewed in your house? Mojo is relentless! I’ll laugh for the rest of the week over “…FOAM, the bulldog equivalent of crack cocaine.”
And poor Squirt, the injustice of it all! Be sure and tell him it could be worse…my son doesn’t get to blame undone chores on a sibling. He has none. Instead, he blames them on me and threatens to call Child Protective Services.
All right. That’s it. I will no longer read this blog until the Mojo character assassination plot is discontinued. Even as I write, I bet Bonnie is picking foam from her teeth.
Poor, Mojo, framed and doomed to sleep on the hard, hard ground. [weeps, sniffles] [adjusts tin foil hat]
😉
Hi, Laurie! Pancake is a GREAT name for a dog. And we used to have a cat named Smokey Percolator when I was a kid.
Uh, oh, Kait. Your poor sprinkler system! Mojo did gnaw on one of our sprinkler heads, but I didn’t get a picture of it before we replaced it. Thank goodness it was only one sprinkler head!
Bonnie C., I don’t think he eats the foam as much as he just loves to rip it apart.
Hey, Michelle… Bucky definitely has the upper hand in their relationship.
Whenever I think he’s chewed it all, Elizabeth, Mojo finds something new to rip apart.
What?!? Pat Kirby, you come back here right now, or I swear, I’ll sic Mojo on your new kitchen!
I am so sorry, but I am so very glad to know there are other dogs out there eating their beds. My dog goes through a bed every three weeks – I reason; it is better he eats HIS bed than my pillows, which is what he does when nothing remains of his bed. So forgive my elation, but clearly you haven’t come up with a solution either, which makes me feel that much less like a loser! It’s going to be a good day after all.
Mama, repeat after me: “We are NOT losers. We are NOT losers.”