To Have and To Hold

Sunday evening, Mojo wisely chose to hang out in the kitchen instead of the dining room. After all, the rug and floor in the kitchen holds many more possibilities of interesting smells (and crumbs!), and it's just an all-around nicer place to be.

So each time I had to go in there last night, I'd make a point of walking over to his food and water station, shake the bowl and look at him and say, "and if you're hungry, your food is right here."

I did that probably 5 times, and just left it at that.

This morning: food and water, GONE!

Smart dog.

He also walked to the back door when I went out to put the cat food in the bowl, but retreated to his corner when I came back in. Me thinks the boy needed to GO!

So, when Jay got up, he grabbed the leash and Mojo was willing to be led out ...
where he peed for what seemed like an hour. Ah, the benefits of a housebroken dog. And we got a nice poop out of him, too. We were like proud parents cheering their kid's first boom-boom on the potty.

Now, he's back in his corner, but it looks as if Mr. Mojo may be getting his groove back.