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.
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