Saturday, 15 December 2007

Guest blogger

My dad has been wanting to do a guest post on my blog for a while. Today I thought I had no choice but to give him what he wants. As you will see, I owe him.

Mojo ate my iPod

Today I'd like to discuss the thorny topic of Airedales and expensive electronic gadgets.

It appears to me, the two don't mix.

Not at all. In fact, Mojo and I are experiencing something of a strained relationship at the moment. You see, mum's out at work all day (that's why posting has been a bit slow), but I work from home, which means lots of quality time with my Airedale.

But today I got distracted by work and forgot to think 'where's the dog' for about five minutes. And that's all it took.

One ex-iPod. Deceased. Gone. Unrepairable.

And covered in teeth marks. Glad it wasn't my hand in those jaws. Quite impressive dents in the metal backing.

But the screen has a kind of blue blood stain all over it. And it makes nasty whining noises then dies completely.

And you know the thing that really hurts? The only reason it was on the dining room table in the first place was because I'd just been wearing it while I took her out for a run. There's gratitude for you.

So, Mojo's grounded. No more blogging for her. Not until she gets me a new iPod. Or at least says she's really, really sorry.




  1. Oh no Mojo, you be in troubles! So far me no has eated anything naughty, but give me time!

    Cassidy x

  2. UH OH! Better apologize, Mojo! We think your dad is serious and besides, Santa is watching *wink*

    Love ya lots,

  3. Hello dear Mojo's mom ! If you don't want Mojo anymore I will be happy to adopt her ! But don't tell anything to MY mom : it will be a niiiiiiiiiiiice surprise...and....oups she's coming...bye and kisses, Faya

  4. Mojo! Don't you know ipods are bad for you? They have all kinds of nasty chemicals!

    From ow on only eat money or large checks!

  5. Dear Mojo's daddy!

    Welcome to blogging (though I suppose you have blogged before under one of your spy names... but that's another story).

    Your Mojo is definitely more than a little curious, and quite a table surfer I gather. I'm guessing that these are not facts that are new to you. So, as much as I hate to see a grown man lose a toy, I'm inclined to think that you bear some responsibility for the death of your ipod. Go easy on your Mojo please. She'll learn... probably.

    I mourn with you the death of your toy. Condolences to you, sir.

    Goober love & smooches,

  6. Oh,oh!
    I am sure Mojo is sorry about it! Please! Don't be mad at her. You have to understand that those ipods look like great toys! Glad she did not eat it!
    Kisses and hugs for you.

  7. Oh dear, Mojo. Looks like you're in BIG trouble. I've never tried an iPod before, what did it taste like? J x

  8. Mojo's Dad

    Could you write a letter to Santa Paws? If you are quick the letter should still reach him in time for a Christmas Day delivery of new ipod to your house.

    We have never seen a dead ipod before, not a pleasant sight!

    Molly and Taffy.

  9. Poor Mojo, in deep doodoo! We've never tried to eat any electronic things ever, they don't even smell good. What's the attraction Mojo?? Please tell us if we're missing out on something tasty, tee hee.
    Luv & Wirey Hugs!
    Butchy & Snickers

  10. Mojo,There is one of those here should we go for it?? Tell your Dad these things happen,sit by his feet and give him one of those pitifull stares..he'll melt and get over it.... Love A+A

  11. Oh no Mojo! I know one thing, I do not touch my Dad's electronics. Mom's stuff is OK, she's a softie, but Dad's stuff is off limits. I recommend you try this method out too. Happy chewing!

    Your pal,

  12. Oh...NO... I hope you have forgiven Mojo for her mischieve by now but hey! I think its pretty bad of you to post a major complain about her on her blog as your first entry as a guest, Mojo's daddy. Hee...


  13. Uh Oh! I hope you're not as mad as my Dad was when I ate his brand new running shoes! Or his $100 remote (who buys a $100 remote anyway!). Or his PS2 controller. I tried to tell him I was just helping to improve his housecleaning skills.

    But he didn't buy it.