

And poor Mojo. The first day or so after Mom returned from her trip was the midnight problem of the chirping smoke alarms. This week, while piled in bed and thinking he was safe, Mom was watching Lost and wouldn't you know one of the scenes involved a chirping smoke alarm. He was about ready to pack his bags and call Uncle David to come get him.
But this morning all is well. Mom finished the vacuuming (poor things don't know I plan to crank up the carpet shampooer after awhile) and they've had their sunbath on the deck. They are all ready to sprawl on the couch and nap the afternoon away.
Unfortunately, Mom has to work.
It's a dog's life.
LSW
1 comment:
Hey, I heard about your weekend. Sorry to hear it. Hope things settle down a little for you. Don't worry, God's country will still be here next year! (ha ha) You'll have to drop in next year and visit...we live in Sweeny now. Go pet a terrier or two and take it easy!
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