Sunny Lincoln Park
Dad had completed his Great Backyard Bird Count survey on-line, and was now getting ready for a nice walk through Lincoln Park with Mongo. The sky was a beautiful cobalt blue, and everywhere Dad looked seemed to be a picture perfect view. On the drive over to Mom-mom’s house, he caught a glimpse of the Sound and was so struck by the image, he immediately detoured to take a picture. Read More…
Vashon Island Hike
Dad and Mongo grabbed some food to go, and then headed towards the West Seattle Ferry Docks. It was time to pay a visit to George and Linda at the Palouse Winery, and explore a little bit of Vashon Island in the process.
They were lucky on the way to Vashon, the ferry was loading just as Dad pulled into the line. It was another cloudy and wet day, but that was not the kind of thing to dissuade Dad and Mongo from a hike. In fact, it just meant that they would most likely have the trail to themselves. And that the winery tasting room would be pretty quiet also, meaning there would be more snacks for Dad.
One dock worker directed Dad onto the ferry, and then another one made sure Dad’s truck was properly parked. He made sure Dad was up close to the car in front, and then crossed his wrists to show dad to cut the motor. Dad smiled at the man’s use of the aircraft marshaling signal. It seemed appropriate since Mongo and Dad were going to stop by George’s winery and George had been Dad’s instructor when Dad got his tailwheel rating in the Cub. The signal brought back fond memories of some of Dad’s piloting adventures.
Dad hopped out and opened the hatch on the truck canopy to let Mongo see out. The people behind him were quite amused as Mr. M made many different faces at them from the back of the truck.
Mongo Goes to Lincoln Park with Dad
Mongo was ready for some outdoor time. Dad took him to the big park by the water. They headed into the forest trails, and we meandered back and forth through the woods. It was gray and cloudy, but they were having a fun time in the wet forest. Dad was hoping to scrape some of the mud from Ellensburg off his boots, but he did not have much luck.
Dad had to be careful walking with Mongo as Mongo’s “world view” was over a meter lower than Dad’s. Sometimes Mongo wanted to go under fallen trees that would taken Dad’s head clean off. They often disagreed on which was the best path to take, but since they were headed nowhere in particular, they could often choose neither, particularly if each trail in one direction was difficult, as in one had low obstacles and one had high obstacles, Dad would just head off in another direction.
Finally, they popped out of the forest near the path to the beach. The path runs along the face of the bluff on its way to the water. Mongo tugged on the leash all the way down the long path. The path wasn’t very wide and people who were not dog friendly often pinned themselves up against the bluff as Mr. M went by. He is not aggressive, but at 90 lbs with a head like mastiff, he has an intimidating appearance. And that perception is amplified in close quarters.
At the beach, Dad looked down and saw he still had mud on his boots. Mongo and Dad walked to the edge of the water and soaked their feet. Mongo came out nice and clean. Dad still had mud on his boots.
They walked down the path at the edge of the beach. Lots of dogs were out for walks. Dad only let Mongo visit with the friendly ones. Dad still didn’t trust pointy dogs to be polite to Mongo. Then they headed on the uphill part of the loop back to the car. Dad stood in a stream to try wash some more mud off his shoes. Mongo took a drink from the stream. Dad stepped out of the stream with his boots still covered in mud.
At the top of the loop, there was a group of women all waving sticks in the air. Mongo and Dad were intrigued. As they drew closer, they saw that this was a fly fishing class for women. They all seemed to be enjoying themselves as they flung the fly line around the field. Dad and Mongo watched for a moment. Some of the women were quite good. Then Mongo and Dad headed over to the truck.
Dad looked down. His boots were still muddy. He changed into his trail shoes and put the boots in the back of the truck with Mongo again. Then they drove off to get lunch.
Tucked in for the Night
There are studies that say that dogs can develop reasoning powers on a par with a human toddler. And retrievers, i.e. Mongo, are near the head of the class. Animal psychologists say dogs like Mongo can understand up to 250 words and gestures. Mongo knows quite a few words, and some of his favorites are: FOOD, NOM, EAT, PUPPY, PAPER, and PARK. He has learned fairly complex behaviors such as getting the paper, finding and retrieving birds, and bringing Kimi’s slippers outside.
However, animal psychologists warn about the dangers of anthropomorphizing animal behavior. The way humans interpret animal behavior may be completely different from the way the animal is using the behavior. For example, animal behaviorists say that a dog does not feel guilt like humans. They posit that when humans say, “What did you do?” in a threatening voice and the subject dog cowers and crawls on its belly, the dog’s display of submissive behavior is simply a learned response to “What did you do?”
In other aspects of behavior, Mongo certainly mimics human behavior. In particular, he mimics toddler behavior pretty well. He routinely digs in his toy box to find a particular favorite, while flinging everything else on the floor. And he never picks them back up. That certainly sounds like toddler behavior.
There was also the time Mom-mom made a barbequed chicken to take on a picnic. Drewbie and Dad were loading up the car when Mom-mom stuck her head out to ask, “Did you two load up the chicken already?” Drewbie and Dad turned to each other with puzzled looks, and then turned back to here and answered in unison, “No.”
“Well, it was right here on the table, and now I can find it, and somebody must have moved it because it didn’t just get up and fly away.” Dad and Drewbie shrugged their shoulders, turned back to the car and continued loading.
A few minutes later, Mom-mom appeared at the back door laughing so hard she could hardly speak. “I found it!”, she exclaimed between peals of laughter. “He took it off the table and hid it in his toy box!” This is the one example of him ever putting something in the toy box. It can only be surmised that this most valuable of prizes was worthy of being placed in his safest place.
Another example of intelligent behavior is at the end of the day. Since Drewbie moved out, Mongo has a queen sized bed all to himself. But dogs are social animals and sometimes having a bed to yourself is not a desired situation. Mongo knows he’s not allowed in Dad’s bed and never jumps up on it, at least not while Dad is watching. And at the end of the day, Dad closes the door to his bedroom to keep Mongo out, so that Mongo can’t wake Dad up at 3:30 a.m. for early breakfast. This is an example of learned behavior on Dad’s part.
Typically, Mongo is already on his bed by the time Dad closes the bedroom door. However, on certain rare evenings, the routine changes. Mongo flops down on the floor in Dad’s room and refuses to leave. This typically occurs on unique evenings, like the first night after Drewbie goes back on the road, or if there is particularly loud storm outside.
Last week, there was a very loud storm outside with winds up to 50 mph. Mongo planted himself on the floor in Dad’s room. Dad came out of the bathroom and saw him flat on the floor. “What is it Buddy?” Dad asked. Mongo did not move. “Do you want me to follow you?” Mongo looked at the doorway. “OK, I’ll come with you then.” Dad moved to the doorway and Mongo sprung up from the floor. It is on these rare nights that Mongo does not turn left and race down the stairs to the “cookie box” (actually his pet box, where he often receives treats) for one more EAT. Instead, he darted towards Drewbie’s room, stopped at the door, and looked back at Dad. Dad followed him. Then Mongo jumped on the bed, turned and looked back at Dad again.
“I’m right behind you Buddy.” Dad sat on the bed, and asked Mongo, “Is the storm making you nervous? Do you need someone to lay down with you for a minute?” Mongo flopped on the bed. Dad laid down next to him and scratched Mongo’s ears for a little while until Mongo rolled on his back and began to snore. Then Dad went back to his own room.
Whatever the canine reasoning behind this particular behavior, it certainly calls to mind having to tuck in a nervous toddler on a loud stormy night.






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