Normally this dog sleeps through just about everything. Fireworks, thunder, the garbage man—you name it, he snores right through it.
But this week we discovered one thing Mojo will NOT sleep through; something so vile, so treacherous, so dangerous to his family’s safety that the bulldog must rise up from his repose and meet it head on:
NEIGHBOR ACROSS THE STREET: Ah-CHOO!!
MOJO: … Zzzzzzzz… Snort! Ruh ruh ruh RUFF! RUFF! Ruh ruh ruh RUFF! RUFF!
Yes, this is cul-de-sac living at its finest: when you can hear your neighbor sneeze at 1 am.
And apparently there was something about this sneeze I wasn’t getting, because Mojo was all fired up about it in a desperate sort of way—as if there was a hulking ax murderer with hay fever at our front door and we were acting like we could care less.
Hubby and I kept shushing him and he kept growling and grunting, until he finally gave up and went back to sleep. And so did we.
And then …
NEIGHBOR: Ah-CHOO!! Ah-CHOO!!
MOJO: Ruh ruh ruh RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! Ruh ruh ruh RUFF! RUFF! Ruh ruh ruh RUFF! RUFF! (etc.)
I don’t know about you, but I’m not the most charitable woman in the wee hours. I dragged Mojo downstairs and aimed him at his crate.
Now, usually he loves to sleep in his crate. If I say, “Go crate!” He runs right to it. But he fought me this time. He ran in every direction except toward the crate, so I dragged him over and pushed half of him inside. He wriggled loose and almost escaped, and surprisingly enough, wrestling with a bulldog in the pitch black isn’t as much fun as one might think.
I’d almost worked all of him into the crate when…
NEIGHBOR: Ah-CHOO!! Ah-CHOO!!
MOJO: RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF!
Mojo took off running for the front door and I hightailed it after him. The living room was dark, which meant I didn’t see the piano bench until I plowed into it.
BONNIE: (unprintable)
I cornered our bulldog by the front door and then herded him back to his crate. We were halfway there, Mojo grumbling and growling all the way, when…
NEIGHBOR: Ah-CHOO!! Ah-CHOO!! Ah-CHOO!!
MOJO: RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF!
Let’s just say that wasn’t one of our better nights.
And next time, Hubby, it’s your turn to put Mojo in his crate.