Do You Want Cheese With That?

I wish I could have taken a video of this because it was priceless and adorable! Mojo's eyes were torn between looking at me (I was several feet away), or looking at that piece of cheese on the floor.  His head never moved, just those wonderful, soulful eyes.

I believe his inner dialog went something like this:

(looking at the cheese):  "I love cheese."

(looking at me): "Could you bring me that cheese?"

at cheese:  "I could go get the cheese."

at me: "Can't you bring me that cheese?"

at cheese: "I really love cheese."

at me:  "Seriously, you didn't throw it anywhere close enough to me."

at cheese:  "Maybe she could bring it to me ..."

at me:  "Oh.  You're not bringing it here, are you."

at cheese:  "If she'd just leave, I'd get that cheese."

at me:  "LEAVE!"

... and so I did.  Let's just say the cheese wasn't on the floor for long. 

Any move out of the corner is a victory to me!