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.”
“Fweep!”
“C’mon.”
“Fweep!”
With a small click, Dad hooked Mongo back up to the leash. “C’mon Buddy, this could last all day.”
“Fweep!”
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.
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.
Feeling Better – July 18, 2014
Mongo is finally starting to feel up to par after his surgery. This is the first day since he left the vet that he had enough energy to chase birds in the park.
Just Because You Can Eat Something…Doesn’t Mean You Should – July 6, 2014
The plans had all been set in place, and it was time to execute them. Dad was going to Glacier School with Summit Climb, and Mongo was going to the kennel where after he was supposed to relax for a week while waiting for Dad to come off the mountain, he would have a spa day and be washed. He need a good wash, since his head was starting to look grayish, and his fur was becoming pretty greasy.
But before Dad could load his bags for Mt. Rainier, Mongo started having intestinal distress. Normally, when Mongo’s highly efficacious digestive system backs up, it means there is something very, very wrong inside. He typically passes paper towels, rubber gloves, and aluminum foil with a minimum amount of discomfort. So when he suffered explosive diarrhea at the park, it was a very bad sign.
Dad dropped Mongo off at the emergency vet. A quick x-ray showed a large object in his intestine. It looked a lot like a rock. The doc said if it didn’t move, Mongo would need surgery.
The next day’s pictures showed almost no movement. Mongo was hooked up to I.V.’s to keep him hydrated. And he was scheduled for surgery in the morning.
Sure enough, it was a rock. Maybe it had some sauce on it or something.
No matter the reason he ate it, it was out. Dad continued on to the mountain to learn about glacier travel while Mongo recuperated
Dad summitted Mt. Rainier again. Mongo set a new benchmark for eating inedible objects. And Mongo still needed a wash.
The cone of shame
Mongo’s gallery
Mongolope 
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