Mojo must be the sweetest dog in the whole world. With this flu, I have felt really cruddy all week. When I am lying on the bed, Mojo will jump up and put his paws on my chest, then his head on his paws. He looks up at me with his dark eyes wondering what is wrong. Why aren’t you throwing the frisbee for me? Why aren’t we running the weave poles. Little baby, I’m sorry I will make it up to you.