Snow Day
It snowed in Seattle over the weekend. Mongo loves the snow. He romped through the park. He raced through the snow. He rubbed his ears in the snow. He plowed the snow with his nose, sniffing snowflakes. And then he and Dad played catch with snowballs.
Mongo in the Snow
Afterwards, they went home, and Mongo curled up on the couch like a wee bitty 90 lb. puppy.
Tired Mongo
Bubblewrap
Mr. Mongo loves bubble-wrap. It is like pop-rocks for dogs. It is the chew-toy that pops when you chew it! He enjoys both the small size, which he munches while it makes little pops, and the large Amazon style bubble wrap which he gently carries around until he finally gives in and squeezes it with a big “POP”.
Happy Thanksgiving
Mongo got his notification from the vet that his vaccinations were due. Clearly the vet knows Mongo well. They aimed right for Mongo’s marketing weak spot.
Now Mongo has been counter-surfing in preparation for the Thanksgiving holiday. Dad on the other hand has been cooking. When Dad came down in the morning he found the bag of vegetable scraps from the night before was ripped open and spread out on the kitchen floor. Lying around the bag were just a few bits of pumpkin peel which were supposed to have gone out to the food and yard waste bin. The night before, there had been all manner of pumpkin goop, seeds, and scraps in the bag. Instead of Dad carrying those scraps out for mulching, it appeared that those scraps had been recycled via Mr. Mongo’s digestive tract. But that morning, there was no proof in the “pudding”.
Pumpkin- Notice the bright orange color
However, the next morning, when Dad went out to poop scoop up the back yard, the proof of the fate of the pumpkin scraps was evident. Fortunately, everything passed through cleanly. In fact the pumpkin scraps were still bright orange. Happy Thanksgiving from Mongo!
Treat Ball and Cone of Shame
When faced with a challenge, Mongo is not one to shy away. Now that he has to wear the cone of shame, he has to find a way to play with his treat ball. He got his treat ball from the nice people at Pioneer Pet and Feed in Seattle. He loves his treat ball so no mere cone of shame was going to slow Mongo down. Click here <VIDEO> to see his video.
Treat Ball & Cone of Shame
Recovery
Mom-mom and Kimi went to get Mr. M. It turned out that he had eaten a Santa hat off of one of his toys. Mom-mom bought him his own soft-side collar of shame, since if he’s going to be using one so regularly, he might as well have one of his own.
Mom-mom and Kimi kindly offered to watch Mr. M, until Dad returned from a business trip.
Clearly, Mongo will have to pay closer attention to what’s on his diet if he wants to get any hunting in this year. He will definitely miss opening weekend, and his entry in the Renton K9 Kandy Kane run is in jeopardy now as well.
The cone of shame
Under the Knife – Again
The object did not move overnight. So the next morning, Mr. M went back into surgery.
Back to the Vet
Mongo had eaten something that was indigestible again. After the Sounders win to clinch the Supporters Shield, Dad cam home to walk and feed Mr. M. Dad noticed that Mr. M was not particularly ebullient in his greeting. Then Mongo walked to the park in a lackluster fashion, and then he further moseyed about without doing his business.
When they got home, Dad put noms in Mongo’s bowl, but he would not eat. Not pooping was a warning sign. Not eating was a danger sign. Dad took the fuzzy buddy to the emergency vet, yet again. They were very happy to see him, and they remembered him from his last visit on the Fourth of July when he ate the rock.
While Kimi and Mom-mom were out at the theatre, Dad waited at Mom-mom’s house for news from the vet. The barium x-rays showed something lodged in Mongo’s digestive track. They would watch him overnight to see if it moved at all. Dad went back to his house to await the news.
Mongo’s gallery
Mongolope 
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