Mongo and Dad went up to the Cooke Canyon Hunt Club to finish the pheasant hunting season. Mongo and Dad had enjoyed a fiarly good hunting season. They had limited out on ducks in January, and while their pheasant hunts on public lands had been less than stellar ( i.e. zero birds), they had done well at their previous hunt at Cooke Canyon. However, today was another day.
MPSA – Mongo’s Public Service Announcement.
Rebecca from Lesvos Stray Cat and Dog Adoptions has asked Animal Couriers to publicize a tiny handful of dogs like Winston, who have been rescued from the streets of Lesvos, Greece. They are in need of Forever Homes.
Another one buddy”, Dad asked ask he scooped up another pile for this morning’s walk. Dad knew something was amiss with Mongo. Mongo is typically a digestive machine. Two cups of kibble every morning and night yield one bag of dog poop every morning and night. But here was Dad in the cold light of a winter’s dawn making multiple scoops.
For some reason Mongo was off schedule. The evidence was that Dad was on his third baggie of the morning. His first thought when Mongo hunched up the second time was that Mongo had one more piece to poop out, a Clingon if you will. That has not been the case. Instead of one more little turd, Mongo had made an entire second load. And when he finished the second load, he had started a third.
Dad pondered the situation and asked aloud, “I wonder what he ate?”