Ah, dear Mojo, the last of our bunch of furry friends. Mojo was a small puppy when we found her at a local beach bar . No one knew where she came from, but lots of people complained about her chasing chickens. So, hubby as usual brought her home with us one Friday night. Intention to take her to the Animal Shelter next morning. She got on very well with the other dogs and when hubby took them all out for a last walk, I wasn't really surprised when he came home and said what a good girl Mojo is, so groan, we name the animal, it stays! She gets into some right pickles at times being so curious and was what so great to see is how the other dogs took to her for playtime, even M'Lady the eldest one chases and runs around with her, it was like a breath of air!