Pommes Sauvages
Mongo loves apples. When he and Dad go on walks, Mongo will scoop the ground apples up from under the neighborhood trees and bring them home for snacks. Dad will typically grab a couple of apples off the overhanging branches as they walk by, and put them away for Mongo treats.
Today, Dad and Mongo learned the downside of feral apple gathering. Mongo and Dad stopped under a tree to pick up some treats, but they were not the only ones to have that idea.
Howl-o-ween Aftermath 2015
Cleaning up after Mongo’s Halloween was not as easy as Dad had first expected. Mongo likes baths so that wasn’t the problem. Actually, Mongo is not that crayzy about the bath part, but he likes getting toweled off after baths, so he tolerates the bath part.
However, it took two shampoos to get the black hair paint off of Mongo. Interestingly, the area where he accidentally got hair sprayed took extra scrubbing beyond the two shampoos to come clean. That hairspray was resilient stuff; certainly more than a match for Seattle’s wintry weather!
When Mongo was all cleaned up, the hair-paint left a ring around the tub that Dr. Seuss would have been proud of.
Bath tub ring worthy of Cat in the Hat
Howl-o-ween 2015
It was a dark and stormy night in Seattle… So not very many trick-or-treater’s came by Mom-mom’s house for candy, even though she had bought the giant economy size box. And the lack of visitors was a shame because Mongo was wearing a very exciting Halloween costume. After trying on several different costumes, like a dragon or a soccer player, Dad decided that a cloth costume was not going to work. Poor Mongo tripped on the soccer jersey sleeves, and looked very unhappy. And the dragon head flopped over Mongo’s head, making it very hard for him to see, so he bumped into walls and furniture.
So Dad got on the internet and found the things he would need to make a really cool costume for Mongo.
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- Tiger hunting for treats
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- Tiger waiting for treats
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- TIger looking for treats
Classic – Mongo’s First Howl-o-ween
Mongo’s Howl-o-ween
Tricia had already laid in a fair supply of candy for the Trick or Treaters. What we didn’t realize was that our neighborhood is one of the ones where people drive for miles to let their kids go out for Halloween. The houses are in a suburban spacing, so the candy density is high. There is no outlet, so traffic is minimal. And many of the homeowners warmly welcome the little undercover urchins by offering full-sized bags of M&M’s or Snickers bars.
In fact in talking to our neighbor, his first question on Saturday was, “How much candy do you have?”
Going for a Walk with Some Ducks
As Dad turned the corner out of the school yard, with his two charges in tow, he heard a duck quacking. Puzzled by this unusual sound, he began to scan the road around him, and then he saw it.
Almost directly across from him was a momma duck and a duckling. They were walking along the shoulder of the road, with Momma busily quacking. Where they had come from was not obvious to Dad, but wherever they were going, Momma seemed very determined to get there.
We have a winner!
Drewbie came up the stairs shaking his head.
“Someone ate my mummified fruit bat!”, he exclaimed. Drewbie was holding out a rectangular empty tin box.
Dad stared at him for a moment, a look of incomprehension on his face.
Mongo’s gallery
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