There is no doubt in the family that Mongo’s driving force in life is food. However, they all agreed that life would be much simpler if Mongo constrained himself to eating edibles.
Today, when Drew and Dad came home from their Seattle pizza adventure, they found a big pile of trash in the driveway. On closer examination, the trash turned out to be chewed up chemical hand-warmers and empty throat lozenge packaging.
“Mongo! What were you thinking?”, Drew exclaimed. “That stuff is not even food!”
Dad looked at Drew and said, “I guess lozenges and hot hands are his version of nachos and chilis.” Drew rolled his eyes at the situation.
“Buddy, what could possibly make your nose think that was food?”, Drew asked plaintively.
Mongo looked very apologetic as he commando crawled around the backyard. Then Dad and Drew went inside to look up toxicity information on the internet. Dad might use the dog health insurance sooner than the originally thought he would.