Ojo did mischief!
Since today is Mischief Monday, I will tell you all about how Bad Dog Ojo was yesterday.
First, yesterday morning, our person found this on the carpet-landing-of-the-staircase-where-we-like-to-snooze:
(That picture is from outside because our person put it outside right away.)
That is a RACCOON skull! Where did Ojo find a skull from a Raccoon? We do not know, and she is not telling.
No one saw her find it. No one saw her bring it inside. It was just there. On the stairs. For our people to find.
They asked us who brought in the Raccoon head. I said Not Me! And they believed me. Ojo is the Bad Dog who finds dead stuff! (Me, I prefer to find poop! I love poop!)
So that was the first Bad Dog mischief.
Then, on our Walk, Ojo ate a BASEBALL!
Do not ask me why. It was old and half-rotten and very gross. I did not want it. But Ojo ran off into the bushes and ate it piece by piece and would not let our person come anywhere near her. This is also Very Bad Dog mischief, and our people were very worried.
Ojo wants to clarify that she ripped the baseball into very small, very civilized pieces before eating it. She also wants to add that she has had two very nice poops since eating it, and also that she feels just-fine-thank-you-very-much.
There is no picture of the baseball. This is because the baseball was gross. And also because it is now in Ojo's tummy.
Ojo is Very Bad.
Last night, as our person was going to bed, she was walking up the stairs and she said "Ouch!" Underneath her feet were these:
Raccoon teeth! They were stuck in the carpet on the landing-of-the-stairs-where-we-like-to-snooze.
Did I mention that Ojo is Very Bad? Those were Big Mischiefs that she did yesterday.
Here is Ojo. She does not understand what the big fuss is about. I think it is good that it is a very long time until Santa comes again, because I think she would be getting only coal after her mischiefs yesterday.
