About
Yo. What up?
It’s really hot today and I need a bath.
Hey! I’m Mojo and welcome to my world, short though that may be; perspectives are still long, tall, and highly statured, whatever ya wanna call it. I’m a bit verbose and have a tendency to use three syllable words (I swear I’m not pretentious. I am, however, a fully actualized, vocabularily-tuned, PUREBRED. Not that I rub that into anyone’s muzzle but I’ll let Lulu speak about that.) I truly feel that it is important that I share my perspectives because if I don’t, I may just go crazy down here looking at everyone’s shoes, ankles, and nubby legs. My neck is killing me from having to look up all the time but I figure that all of this head tipping is contributing to my intelligence factor. I am, by the way, smarter than the average Boo-Boo. That’s one of Lulu’s nicknames. Believe it or not!
I’ll be journaling, um, webbing, um, diary-ing (that almost sounds like diarrhea-ing… heh-heh-heh!), um, okay, “sharing” my thoughts on the Dog Blog with my bestestest friend, Lulu. My peeps may have a thing or two to say, as well, but I try to give them the “Shhhtttt!” command, whenever possible, ‘cause they are always interrupting me. Not a problem. It’s just kind of an annoyance when I’m trying to make a point. And I do have one and it‘s shrill.
So, anyway, enough about me. Let’s introduce a few of the playa’z in my world.
This is Lulu. My buddy. My lover-girrrl. My everything. My beautiful, wise, lovely, funny valentine. My peeps call her “spazz” but I have no idea what that means. I think it might mean that she’s really smart and graceful. Everything I do, I do because of her. When she sits; I sit. When she runs; I run. When she barks; I bark. I just can’t help myself. Tell me if this isn’t your idea of “perfection”:
Then there’s the cat. He’s good for a pounce, or two. I’ve learned, however, to never pounce the cat just after I’ve been clipped and groomed. He’s not mean but, man, when he means business, he means business! He’s also got a great smellin’ bum.
Then there’s this little guy:
He’s au.., awww…, um, au… artistic! My peeps say that Lulu taught him how to talk. Yeah, well, he‘s teaching her how to read. He’s cool ‘cause he throws the ball for me and I can never, ever predict where he will throw it. I love that ‘cause everyone else just throws it down the hallway or slowly along the carpet. No fun, eh? When he throws it, it can go just about anywhere! My kinda fun. He is “D-Man.”
This person calls me “Stinky-Butt.” I cannot tell you what an honor that is and how much I appreciate her. She’s cool. She is “S”.
This boy likes the cat the best but will still play with me. He’s cool and sometimes lets me get up on his bed. He is “G-Man”.
This person gave me my first bath and continues to groom me between actual groomer visits. I forgave her a long time ago. She’s alpha, no doubt about it. Even Lulu listens. Her favorite phrase is “Aaaaacckk!” Her second favorite thing is “Shhhhtttttt!” She is Miss Natalie.
There’s another lady who comes to visit occasionally. Her name is Miss D and is the ultimate alpha. I love to lick her great smelling hands and try to rub my eye boogers on her Chico brand clothing. Chico. Get it? She wears those clothes just for me and makes funny little noises when I wipe on her. It’s really amusing. She’s camera shy.
Then there’s the neighbor. She yells at Lulu, in a good way, ‘cause Lulu, no matter how many times she’s seen the neighbor, still barks at her. Once the neighbor is in the door, it’s cool and we all settle down and try to lick her feet ‘cause she’s got something stuck to the top of them. They call it a “tattoo.” We’re just trying to do her a favor. She doesn’t like it so much. What-ev… Anyway, she’s Miss Carolee.
So, Yo; check it out! I’ve got some stories to tell and some observations to share. Big props to “S” for knowin’ all of the in’s and out’s of computer stuff. Thanks dude!
Gotta run for now. I’m starving and think I hear cereal bowls and spoons. My job is to keep the kitchen floor clean. God, I love my job. In fact, I have a passion for it. It really is too bad that more peeps don’t have a passion for their work although… I do love the way Miss Natalie’s shoes taste when she gets home from work. I try and sneak a taste as soon as she kicks them off.
Peace.
Out.
