Mongo and Pie
As summer has worn on, Mongo has gotten more and more hungry. He has taken to nibbling black berries right of the cane, despite the thorns, and he is continually searching for any low hanging tree fruit or fruit that has fallen on the ground. He has his favorite trees and bushes that he drags Dad over to, and then some that he only frequents if happens to pass close by them.
He likes green apples, red apples, pears, red raspberries, white raspberries, thimble berries, black berries, strawberries, blue berries, and peaches. With all this fruit, it was only a matter of time before he tried to create a vehicle to better enjoy the gifts of the summer. This week, he apparently decided to make a pie. However, as one of his predecessors, Hudson the Golden retriever found out, pie making without thumbs is more challenging than it might appear.
Mongo started with flour. Someone left the pantry door open again; a definite no-no around Mr. M. (See Mongo’s First Howl-o-ween for more info.) He got a hold of a five lb bag of flour, and carried it into Kimi’s room. There he opened it and created a huge sticky mess on the carpet, while managing to get most of it down. Mix all that flour with all that fruit, shake gently and Voila! Pie! Or in this case, just more dog “sick”…
And aside from having to clean up the flour paste, and the dog sick, they also had to clean up Mongo who managed to cover himself in flour paste also, right to the tip of his nose!
More white poop for Dad to scoop.
Mongo’s Nachos
There is no doubt in the family that Mongo’s driving force in life is food. However, they all agreed that life would be much simpler if Mongo constrained himself to eating edibles.
Today, when Drew and Dad came home from their Seattle pizza adventure, they found a big pile of trash in the driveway. On closer examination, the trash turned out to be chewed up chemical hand-warmers and empty throat lozenge packaging. Read More…
Mr. Mongo in the Living Room with a Milk Bones Box
The family arrived home to find Mr. Mongo slinking around the house like he had done something terrible. Just like in the “Case of the Missing Cohibas”, the family once again had to use their sleuthing skills to deduce the nature of his crime.
One Half Dozen Hard Boiled Eggs
Dad checked the fridge, looking for eggs. There were 18 in there; way too many to use any time soon. So Dad decided to hard-boil 6 of them. He finished boiling them and then left them in the clear plastic container to cool on the counter top. Then he bolted out of the house for a meeting.
Later that day, Dad informed Mom-mom that there were some hard-boiled eggs in the fridge, available for breakfast or lunch tomorrow.
“Where?”, she asked.
“Right there in the clear egg carton”, “Dad answered confidently.
“You mean in here?”, replied Mom-mom holding up an empty clear egg six-pack. Read More…
What is the Blue Food?
It was blue. Even with his limited color-vision Dad could see that it was blue. What in the world could Mongo have eaten that would turn his poop blue Dad wondered. Perhaps Mongo was just experiencing an acute case of post-holiday let down, which could make one feel very blue… “But,” dad continued in his head, “was it possible for post-holiday blues go far enough to turn poop blue?”
Dad finished scooping up the backyard, and headed back into the house. Suddenly, a flash of blue caught his eye. It was a piece of blue chopped rag insulation from a soft cooler.
“Aww!” Dad said to Kimi. “I was going to use that to carry our salmon back from Alaska.” Dad looked crushed. “And now he’s eaten our cooler!”
In essence, Mongo has been eating for sport again, and this time the result was blue.







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