Mojo modeling my headband

Mojo was a sport and let me put one of my headbands on him like a scarf. Isn't he handsome?

Halloween Collar

Matt and I LOVE Halloween so when I saw a section of Halloween dog collars at Target, I knew Mojo had to have one. I picked out one with a spider web pattern.

Mojo loves it! He smiled all night.

He's always happy when we bring home something for him, but he was particularly happy about this. Maybe because this collar is a lot lighter than his Harley collar. Either way he loves it.

So Happy Halloween Mojo.

Kitty in a Jersey

I was cleaning up the other day and found one of Mojo's old football jerseys. It must have been from that first fall we had him, because it was itty-bitty.

I can't believe our 75 pound dog was ever that small.

I was holding up the football jersey and wondering what to do with it: keep it, give it to a friend? Who would this jersey fit?

And then Gunnar walked by.

::evil grin::

He looked about the same size as puppy Mojo. So I attempted to put a tiny red bulldogs jersey on the wily cat.

And there weren't nearly as many claws as I had expected. Gunnar thought it was a fun game. He was a perfect doll in letting me dress him up, but once it was on, he thought the objective was Houdini-like in that he had to figure out how to get out of the jersey. So he squirmed and rolled and gave me a super hard time in getting the picture. 

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.