Not four pounds anymore

3 months old (above)

4 months old (above)

5 months old (above)

Our handsome guy at 15 months.

Mojo went to the vet today. Usually he likes the vet, and has to give EVERYONE a kiss before he leaves. Seriously, the receptionist, the vet techs, they all get kisses when he makes he rounds.

Not today, though. He got three shots, they drew blood and he really didn't like having to give them a stool sample.

Matt said he yelped for that last part.

The vet also weighed him (isn't the vet scale so cool?) and Mojo isn't the four-pound teddy bear we brought home last August. Now he's 59 pounds.

Family pix

Family portrait

Mojo sure is a happy guy

Wardrobe change

I never thought getting a dog would prompt me to change my wardrobe, but it did.

I brought home baby Mojo as an eight-week-old puppy over a year ago. Potty-training meant trips outside every three hours or so. The dog would yelp that he had to go and then you sprinted outside as fast as you could—no time to fix your hair, brush your teeth or put on a non-sleep-rumpled shirt. This also meant that it was usually me taking the dog out—not Matt who wouldn’t have time to get dressed.

If we lived in a house with a yard, taking the dog out wouldn’t be a problem. However, we live in a townhome in pretty close quarters with our neighbors and I found that the worse I was dressed on any given trip outside the more likely it would be for me to run into a neighbor.
In a ratty camisole and too-small shorts? The neighbor would be taking her dog out too and want to chat. In a paint-splattered tee and sweatpants? The dog would seek out a neighbor and want to play.

It’s a young neighborhood, so I’ve seen my neighbors in their PJ’s, once even a guy in a towel, but that’s another story. But all those 3 a.m. or 11 p.m. trips outside actually made me feel really self-conscious about my Soffe shorts and old ratty summer camp T-shirts from 1996.
Having the dog meant I needed pajamas I didn’t mind the neighbors seeing me in. That meant cute T-shirts and shorts.

I’ve since stocked up on Victoria’s Secret’s Pink T’s (it’s a line, they are not all pink), and a lot of yoga pants and capri’s. Maybe my hubby appreciates my new cuter PJ’s, too.

But there you go, getting a dog can prompt you to go clothes shopping for yourself. Score!

PS> And yes, I do wear pajamas a lot.

Mojo Menu

One of Mojo's worst vices is his tendency to eat really stupid things. It was worse when he was a puppy, I was constantly pulling things out his mouth. It's gotten better but every now and then he eats or attempts to eat something he shouldn't. Here's a sampling of what he's eaten.

• Mulch
• Hair (constantly)
• Cigarette butts
• 7 inches of shoelace (don't ask me how I know)
• String (lots of it)
• A pen (we found the pen before he got to any of the metal but he did crunch some of the plastic)
• Head phones
• The ears off his toys
• Half a phone book cover
• The corner of a newspaper bag
• Worm jerkey (also known as the dried up worms baked on the sidewalks)
• Poop (the more rancid the better)

We do try out best not to let him eat these things, but are not always successful.

Scheming

Today Mojo had a unique afternoon snack. Not the usual chicken, carrots or ice cubes. No, today that cat brought him a snack.

As previously mentioned, Katie's new hobby is knocking things off ledges. Today she decided to knock the computer headphones off of the small desk cubby they are stored in. Katie really likes these headphones, and if they are ever left out she likes to play with the string and try to eat the ear buds. For that reason the headphones are stored in a drawstring pouch when not in use.

Today she knocked the pouch off the desk and we can only guess she pulled the headphones out of the pouch. At which point we guess she decided to share her new prize with the dog.

Last week Mojo ate Katie shoelace, so it's not really surprising that he decided to eat the headphones. Specifically he ate one ear bud, the headphone jack and some of the cord.

Yum.

P.S. We will update you on his condition once we know the outcome.

UPDATE:

We never actually saw any evidence that he ate these things (I do have the remaining parts of the headphones), so maybe they are under a couch somewhere. That or they didn't cause any problems on the way out.

Knock it off!

Katie's new hobby is knocking things off ledges: spoons, cell phones, pens, etc.

We think it started a few weeks ago, when we found a bag of cat treats on the stairs.

It was 7 a.m. and I was getting ready for work. Sleepily I was walking down the stairs to take the dog outside to use the bathroom. I thought it was weird to see a bag of cat treats half way up the stairs. I wondered why Matt had left the cat treats there. When I came back in, Matt asked me why I had left the cat treats there.

At that point we put two and two together and realized the only other creature with access to the cat treats overnight was the cat. She must have knocked them off the table and then dragged them up the stairs because she wanted a treat. (She does have a habit of bringing her brushes and toys to bed).

Ever since then she's been knocking things off the table and desks.

It's jarring to hear a spoon drop off the table only to realize the cat did it.