I wonder if my MOJO is down there?
If that bloody vet gives me any more pills I’ll be classified as a junkie.
The thing is they do work. The liver powders and special food have really made a difference, I feel so much better. But with the old K9 dementia kicking in, I’m now on some weird pill for the old brain.
Apparently it should start to work within a few days. So the old big dog is hoping that I’ll become all sweetness and light and pleasant to have around the house. I on the other hand hope that it makes me more like my true self – all attitude as aggravation. I want to be the dog on the street that all the other dogs recognise as having a bit of edge and personality. Not like Molly who just gets on with everyone and goes for the easy life.
That’s not me. I’m hoping that these pills will get my MOJO back. I haven’t got a clue what that means but it sounds cool doesn’t it!
