Monday Morning Mojo No. 41

Meet Loki, Mojo’s buddy.

Our next-door neighbors adopted Loki from the Helen Woodward Animal Center a few months ago. He was pretty shy at first but he’s warmed up nicely since then. In fact, just to show everybody how comfortable he’s become, he ate an entire upholstered chair in his family’s living room.

That’s nothing, though, in comparison to Clara Dog across the street. Clara Dog chews up carpeting, dry wall and vinyl sheet flooring—but only if it’s attached to a house.

(Mojo’s looking pretty tidy in comparison now, isn’t he?)

Loki and Mojo have dug several holes under the fence in order to spend more time together—but honestly? Mojo just TELLS Loki he’s digging. Really, he doesn’t even PRETEND to dig. He just supervises while Loki does all the work.

When Loki finally busts through, the doggie games begin. The two of them party in a big way until 1) Loki gets tired and squeezes back under the fence, or 2) one of Loki’s humans comes looking for him.

Mojo always tries to squeeze through the holes, too, but can never fit all the way—his head makes it but his shoulders form a nice little fence plug.

You might think, well, that’s one hole-in-the-fence problem solved, except you’d probably be forgetting the Bulldog Butt that’s left hanging out on our side of the fence. Not very feng shui, if you know what I mean.

And as much as our neighbors like Mojo, apparently his head sticking out on their side of the fence is a bit disconcerting—kind of like one of those wildlife trophies you mount on the wall, only lower and still licking.

Now all the holes are blocked off with cinder blocks and chicken wire (only on their side—who needs all that stuff when you’ve got your very own Bulldog Fence Plug?) and we just schedule doggie play dates like the one we had today.