Last Night's Episode with Mojo's Brattiness

You heard me.
Mojo is a brat.
A spoiled, demanding brat of a dog.

Last night I was out shoveling snow with him running around on his lead line. As I began shoveling my driveway I noticed that he was sitting on our front porch watching me. I figured I was only going to be another five minutes so I didn't go put him in the house.

When I was in the middle of shoveling my driveway Mojo barked once. I looked up to see where the dog or human was. No one was there.

I looked back at Mojo and he was staring at me. So, I go back to shoveling. Mojo barked again, this time with more emphasis and volume.

I looked up again. No one. Looked at Mojo he was now standing on the front porch with his tail raised like a flag.

I sighed.

I then walked over and opened the door for Mojo. I told him, "You are a brat." Mojo wagged his tail and sat inside our enclosed front porch and watched as I finished shoveling.


Brat.