Not much has been written about Dad and Mongo in the past two months. Mostly we can surmize that this drought is more the result of the fact that Dad has been travelling for most of that time, rather than writer’s block. Since October of 2016, Dad has been to South Africa, USA, New Zealand, USA (Pittsburgh [note the genuine Terrible Towel behind Mongo in the picture], Dallas, Atlanta, Minneapolis, & Pasco, WA; everywhere in the US of A except Seattle!), and back to South Africa.
He and Mongo have barely had time to get their feet muddy together since October. Fortunately, they did get to go duck hunting in January, just before Dad left for South Africa again.
Dad has to give special thanks to Mongo’s brother Drewbie & sister Kimi and to Mom-mom for taking such good care of him these past few months.
Now as Dad prepares to head back to the USA again for a few weeks, he is already trying to figure out how to fit in two pheasant hunting trips, and at least one X-C ski free-for-all.
But for Mr. M, there is not much to do but sit and wait.
omnivore: noun; an animal or person that eats a variety of food of both plant and animal origin. See Mongo.
Dad decided to make Cooking with a Wallflower’s recipe for roasted Summer Vegetable Spring Roll Bowls http://cookingwithawallflower.com/2016/08/15/roasted-summer-vegetable-spring-roll-bowls-with-tamarind-sesame-vinaigrette/
It seemed fairly simple. Dad decided to add some kale to the greens. It was delicious.
However, in the days before Mongo, there would have been a lot of vegetable scraps to put in the compost. But Mongo loves vegetables. So not much goes into the compost hopper as long as it is dog-safe. So what kinds of things does Mongo eat? Read More…
During apple season, Mongo is always on the lookout for fallen apples. Despite the fact that he has been stung on multiple occasions by yellow jackets hiding in the apples, he continues to scoop them up if he comes across a tasty one.
This morning, Mongo had scored another apple from a tree near the house. He carried it back and then into the kitchen.
Dad looked at him and asked, “Do you want to EAT?” EAT being one of Mongo;s favorite words, he opened his mouth, dropped the apple, and did a happy dance around the kitchen.
Dad prepared his kibbles and green beans, and placed the bowl on the floor. Mongo scarfed it up with his usual gusto. Then he appeared puzzled for a moment as he surveyed the kitchen. When he saw the apple, he sauntered over and scooped it up again.
Now Mongo knows apples are outside food. So he stood there in the kitchen with the apple in his mouth, looking at Dad expectantly. He was waiting for Dad to give the command “OUTSIDE”. Instead Dad threw him a curve ball.
It was rainy and cold outside. Dad was getting ready to make a quick dash out to the store.
The trash was full, so Dad grabbed the bag from the bin and changed it out. He turned and stood holding the trash bag while out the door at the sheets of rain pouring from the dark skies, and decided not to take the trash to the right then. He’d take his chances that the weather would be better when he got back. Dad left the bag by the back door and threw on his water-resistant climbing hoodie and bolted for the car.
And so Dad left Mongo sitting home alone with a big bag full of egg shells, coffee grounds, and bacon soaked paper towels.
Poor Mongo; as if it weren’t bad enough to be left home, Dad had to leave a tempting bag of goodies on the floor in the kitchen.
The first inkling that Dad received suggesting that all was not well at home was a text from Drewbie. Read More…
A week after their last trip to Alki Point, Dad had another errand to run on the North End of the peninsula. Mongo looked bored, so Dad plopped him into the back of the pick-up and off they went. After dropping off some things at the depot, Dad thought it might be nice to stroll on the Alki trail again. Read More…