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Day After Snow Day

The day after the snow, Dad and Mongo went in to West Seattle.  It was cold and rainy.  Dad was wrapped up in his ski jacket and waterproof boots.  But as Dad was disembarking from the transport and heading through the parking lot, lo’ and behold, he saw a true NorthWest Holiday Tradition; the classic NorthWesterner in shorts and sandals in the midst of a winter squall.

Shorts Dude

Shorts Dude

Here was  a real “year-round shorts dude”, not just the Pemco stereotype of “year round shorts dude”. <Click HERE to learn more about Pemco Year-Round Shorts Dude.>  Seeing the Shorts Dude filled Dad with the spirit of the holidays.  He chuckled all the way into the Next to Nature store.

Dad  finished his shopping and then he and Mongo went to the big park. It was almost dark, but both neither of them were concerned with the ambient light. After a fun walk in the cold rainy dark, they headed back home.

Snow in the Park

Snow in the Park

Mongo was exhausted from the big walk and fell fast asleep on the couch.

Sleeping Doggy

Sleeping Doggy

Snow Day

It snowed in Seattle over the weekend. Mongo loves the snow. He romped through the park. He raced through the snow. He rubbed his ears in the snow. He plowed the snow with his nose, sniffing snowflakes. And then he and Dad played catch with snowballs.

Mongo in the Snow

Mongo in the Snow

Afterwards, they went home, and Mongo curled up on the couch like a wee bitty 90 lb. puppy.

Tired Mongo

Tired Mongo

Bubblewrap

 

Mr. Mongo loves bubble-wrap. It is like pop-rocks for dogs. It is the chew-toy that pops when you chew it! He enjoys both the small size, which he munches while it makes little pops, and the large Amazon style bubble wrap which he gently carries around until he finally gives in and squeezes it with a big “POP”.

Bubblewrap

Happy Thanksgiving

Mongo got his notification from the vet that his vaccinations were due. Clearly the vet knows Mongo well. They aimed right for Mongo’s marketing weak spot.

Now Mongo has been counter-surfing in preparation for the Thanksgiving holiday. Dad on the other hand has been cooking. When Dad came down in the morning he found the bag of vegetable scraps from the night before was ripped open and spread out on the kitchen floor. Lying around the bag were just a few bits of pumpkin peel which were supposed to have gone out to the food and yard waste bin. The night before, there had been all manner of pumpkin goop, seeds, and scraps in the bag. Instead of Dad carrying those scraps out for mulching, it appeared that those scraps had been recycled via Mr. Mongo’s digestive tract. But that morning, there was no proof in the “pudding”.

Pumpkin- Notice the bright orange color

Pumpkin- Notice the bright orange color

However, the next morning, when Dad went out to poop scoop up the back yard, the proof of the fate of the pumpkin scraps was evident. Fortunately, everything passed through cleanly. In fact the pumpkin scraps were still bright orange. Happy Thanksgiving from Mongo!

pilgrim

Treat Ball and Cone of Shame

When faced with a challenge, Mongo is not one to shy away.  Now that he has to wear the cone of shame, he has to find a way to play with his treat ball.  He got his treat ball from the nice people at Pioneer Pet and Feed in Seattle.  He loves his treat ball so no mere cone of shame was going to slow Mongo down.  Click here <VIDEO>  to see his video.

Treat Ball & Cone of Shame

Treat Ball & Cone of Shame

Recovery

Mom-mom and Kimi went to get Mr. M.  It turned out that he had eaten a Santa hat off of one of his toys.  Mom-mom bought him his own soft-side collar of shame, since if he’s going  to be using one so regularly, he might as well have one of his own.

Mom-mom and Kimi kindly offered to watch Mr. M, until Dad returned from a business trip.

Clearly, Mongo will have to pay closer attention to what’s on his diet if he wants to get any hunting in this year.  He will definitely miss opening weekend, and his entry in the Renton K9 Kandy Kane run is in jeopardy now as well.

The cone of shame

The cone of shame

Under the Knife – Again

The object did not move overnight.  So the next morning, Mr. M went back into  surgery.