One might think, given her trenchant wit and shrewd commentary, that Mojo is a particularly observant and discerning individual. Nothing could be further from the truth.

Take, for example, the dog, Rosie. Okay, so Mojo DID observe various behaviors and indicators that something was not quite right. Enough that Mojo initiated a trip to the vet to have things checked out. A battery of expensive tests revealed that she had Lyme disease and a previously undiagnosed heart murmur. Cardiac malformations are apparently common in some Goldens, I am somewhat saddened to learn.  MORE Mojo! »

Or, How a Sissy Dog Can Unravel One of Life's Many Questions.

A week or so ago, I blogged about a strange whooshing noise in the middle of the night. I reported that it sounded like the noise a deer makes when you scare it, only it never stopped. It just stayed in the back yard, whooshing. I wondered vaguely what it might be, since around that time a bear left us a huge calling card, practically on our back step.  MORE Mojo! »