Rover Romp
Dad signed up for the Barktoberfest Rover Romp in Auburn. The day started auspiciously, when he and Mongo got to park in the close parking lot, even though the attendant told them there were no spots left! It was warm when they debarked form Kimi’s jeep. First they went trick or treating at all the dog food vendors’ tables. Then the time of the race drew near. Just then the sun went behind the clouds and the cold front rolled over the racers. It started to get chilly as the participants milled around the start line. Dad started praying that his legs would not get chilled before he started the race. Mongo didn’t care about the weather.
Finally, the mayor blew the air horn that started the race. Dad and Mr. M started behind all the competitors who were unlucky enough to not have a dog with them. Within the first half a mile, Mr. M had dragged Dad to the front of the pack, when Mr. M abruptly pulled over to the side for a poop break. Dad quickly bagged it and then they rejoined the race. Within the next half mile, they were again at the front of the pack.
“Careful Buddy!”, Dad cautioned Mongo. “If you go too much faster Dad’s poor old knees will fly apart!” But Mongo pulled harder, and Dad hauled back on the leash, until Mongo veered off the course again for a pee break. Dad waited with an aire of patience that he really didn’t possess.
Dad & Mongo
Mongo was racing again as soon as his leg came away from the tree. He and Dad soon were leading again as they neared the turn. Then Mongo saw the kiddie pool. There was a loud splash, and then Mr. M was laying in the pool enjoying a cool drink. Dad took a drink from the race attendants also, as it appeared they were not going anywhere soon.
As soon as Dad finished his drink, Mongo sprung from the pool and shook. Within moments, they were back on the course in second place. Ahead of them now were a couple with their schnauzer, but Mongo and Dad had spent too much energy on the out leg pulling at opposite ends of the leash.
All they could do was keep pace with the schnauzer family until the end of the race. Still Dad and Mongo finished 2nd, and their pace for the 5Km was 24:02, which meant they made Dad’s goal of running in under 8 minute miles. Mongo however, would have to wait till next week’s race to see if he could win a 5k outright.
Rover Romp 2nd Place
More Scuttlebutt from the Poop Deck
Dad and Mongo started off on their morning walk as they do just about every day. As soon as their feet left the sidewalk, Mongo hunched up to do his duty. Dad bent over with his poop-bag to scoop it up. It didn’t quite look right. The poop was very light in color. And when Dad scooped it up, it was unusually firm, and somewhat incompressible. Dad tossed it in the trash can.
Dad and Mongo walked on a little further. The sun finally crested the horizon , an the park was suddenly filled with the dewy light of early morning. Mongo hunched up again. Now Dad could see the product clearly.
“Aha! Toilet paper. What an amazing thing you’ve invented buddy-boy. You now have self-wiping poop. I guess you didn’t just fling the TP all over the house yesterday, did you?”
Clearly Mongo is a proponent of continuous improvement.
Click HERE for Mongo’s previous interaction with TP
Time to TP the House
Drewbie woke up the morning and found a strange trail of paper running down the hallway in the house. He traced it’s source back to downstairs bathroom, and its other end to Mongo. To celebrated Drewbie’s return fro his long road trip, Mongo decided to TP the house in Drewbie’s honor. It is tough to beat that honor.
Which Way to Go?
Mongo and Dad were walking in the park. . The sun had yet to peek over the horizon. The air was cool, moist, and still. The birds were still frantically engaged in a pre-dawn chirp fest.
“C’mon buddy, lets go home. You wanna eat?” asked Dad? At the mention of the word “eat”, all of Mongo’s attentions shifted to Dad.
Then a bird whistled in the trees. It was not a typical bird chirp, but was almost like a human whistle, the type one might use to call a dog. “Fweep!”
Mongo’s attention immediately shifted to the whistle. His head swiveled 90 degrees on his neck.
“Hey Buddy”, Dad said to get Mr. M’s attention back. Mongo swung his massive head back to look at Dad and took a couple of steps towards the house.
“Fweep!” Mongo froze in place and swung his head towards the woods again.
“This way Buddy-boy.”
“Fweep!”
“C’mon.”
“Fweep!”
With a small click, Dad hooked Mongo back up to the leash. “C’mon Buddy, this could last all day.”
“Fweep!”
Mongo looked longingly back at the park, as if wondering who the mysterious whistler was, before Dad said, “Let’s go get something to eat.”
Mongo swing into a lope next to Dad. Mongo loves the word “eat”.
Revenge is a Dish Best Served Green
Just because Kimi gives Mongo a bath, does not mean Mongo has to stay clean.
Awaiting ‘noms
Awaiting ‘noms
Mongo’s gallery
Mongolope 
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