Archive | July 2014

Gateway Paper Products

Kimi came down from the mountain to spend the weekend in Seattle.  She and Dad had big plans to go see the Flying Heritage Collection.  This Saturday was the first annual SkyFair.

Dad came down from upstairs and met Kimi with a very concerned look on his face.

“I was afraid of this”, he intoned seriously.

“Afraid of what”, asked Kimi.

“Look at this”, Dad continued as he held out his hand.  In it was a wad of wet chewed paper towels.  “TP was just a gateway paper product.  Mongo has now moved up to paper towels!”

Dad swept his forearm to his forehead in mock travesty.

Kimi smiled, and added, “Don’t worry Dad. Perhaps you could get him to go to a papyrus anonymous meeting.”

More Scuttlebutt from the Poop Deck

Dad and Mongo started off on their morning walk as they do just about every day.  As soon as their feet left the sidewalk, Mongo hunched up to do his duty.  Dad bent over with his poop-bag to scoop it up.  It didn’t quite look right.  The poop was very light in color.  And when Dad scooped it up, it was unusually firm, and somewhat incompressible.  Dad tossed it in the trash can.

Dad and Mongo walked on a little further.  The sun finally crested the horizon , an the park was suddenly filled with the dewy light of early morning.  Mongo hunched up again.  Now Dad could see the product clearly.

“Aha!  Toilet paper.  What an amazing thing you’ve invented buddy-boy.  You now have self-wiping poop.  I guess you didn’t just fling the TP all over the house yesterday, did you?”

Clearly Mongo is a proponent of continuous improvement.

Click HERE  for Mongo’s previous interaction with TP


Time to TP the House

Drewbie woke up the morning and found a strange trail of paper running down the hallway in the house.  He traced it’s source back to downstairs bathroom, and its other end to Mongo.  To celebrated Drewbie’s return fro his long road trip, Mongo decided to TP the house in Drewbie’s honor.  It is tough to beat that honor.





Which Way to Go?

Mongo and Dad were walking in the park. .  The sun had yet to peek over the horizon.  The air was cool, moist, and still.  The birds were still frantically engaged in a pre-dawn chirp fest.

“C’mon buddy, lets go home.  You wanna eat?” asked Dad?  At the mention of the word “eat”, all of Mongo’s attentions shifted to Dad.

Then a bird whistled in the trees.  It was not a typical bird chirp, but was almost like a human whistle, the type one might use to call a dog.  “Fweep!”

Mongo’s attention immediately shifted to the whistle.  His head swiveled 90 degrees on his neck.

“Hey Buddy”, Dad said to get Mr. M’s attention back.  Mongo swung his massive head back to look at Dad and took a couple of steps towards the house.

“Fweep!”  Mongo froze in place and swung his head towards the woods again.

“This way Buddy-boy.”




With a small click, Dad hooked Mongo back up to the leash.  “C’mon Buddy, this could last all day.”


Mongo looked longingly back at the park, as if wondering who the mysterious whistler was, before Dad said, “Let’s go get something to eat.”

Mongo swing into a lope next to Dad.  Mongo loves the word “eat”.


Revenge is a Dish Best Served Green

Just because Kimi gives Mongo a bath, does not mean Mongo has to stay clean.

Just because Kimi gives Mongo a bath, does not mean Mongo has to stay clean.

Bath! – July 20, 2014

Mongo finally had his stitches out, and the drama from eating the rock was behind him.  Now, Kimi was determined to clean him up.  He had gotten pretty grimy what with his time in the vet, and not being able to be washed because of his stitches.

Mongo waked with Kimi to the shower like a condemned doggie to the gallows.  He dragged his feet, and his head hung down to his knees as he entered the bathroom.  But Kimi was not to be denied.

When she emerged half an hour later with her fuzzy buddy in tow, she turned to Dad and said, “He made the water run grey when I first hosed him off.  Then I had to shampoo his head twice just to get it to look even vaguely white again.  He was filthy.”

Mongo gazed up at Kimi with a look that said, “You make that sound like a BAD thing!”

In this case, the distinction between being filthy, or being artfully powdered with dirt, is clearly in the eyes of the beholder.

Back to the Vet – July 20, 2014

Mongo went back to his regular vet this morning to get his stitches out.  The only  had him in the back of the practise for a few moments, and then before you could say. “Bob’s your uncle”, he was back in Kimi’s van and ready for more adventures.