Above and beyond Mojo's usual dose, that is! Which, as we all know, is actually a tongue-in-cheek act so people won't ask Mojo if they can borrow her truck and/or request her help when moving their belongings. Because Mojo dearly loves to pretend she will rip your head off if you ask her, to hide the fact that she's a wussy pushover who will do just about anything to make sure you like her. Within reason, of course.
Our poor dawg met Mister Porcupine today for the first time. One of my complaints about Ratty cat is that he is WAY too forgiving with the dog. At times Rosie could really use a good swat on the nose with a couple of claws in the mix, but Ratty just doesn't have it in him. Not even with mice anymore; early on when he still thought he was a stray he was an excellent mouser, but now the ones he brings in the house may be psychologically traumatized, but there is rarely a scratch on them when he lets them go in our beds at two in the morning.
So we had to spend about an hour this morning acquainting Rosie with another new friend, who we call Mister Needle-nosed Pliers.