Mongo has a cold. He has been sneezing, and coughing. On top of it, he had laryngitis.
Mongo loves to talk. When Dad or Drewbie wakes up, or if Mom-mom or Kimi comes over, Mongo talks up a storm. He sounds like a real-life wookie as he hoots and warbles to tell everyone about his day. This morning when Dad got up, all Mongo could do was make little squeaking noises. The look on Mongo’s face said he was very concerned.
By the time they got home from their morning walk, Mongo could talk again. He ate well, (he is a labrador), but right after breakfast, he conked out on his bed again. Normally, he checks on Dad throughout the day. Today he just slept.
On any given day, Mongo pesters Dad unmercifully, the closer it gets to evening walk. He paws Dad’s leg while Dad is working at the table. He jiggles Dad’s elbow as he tries to type. Or he just gives Dad’s forearm a big slurp; all to try to get Dad to take him out early for evening walk.
But today, Dad had to wake Mongo up for evening walk. After dinner, Mongo immediately went back to sleep. With the winter storms rolling through Seattle, Dad turned on the gas fireplace.
Mongo was so tired, he spent the entire evening on a rug in front of the fireplace toasting his noggin.