Day After Snow Day
The day after the snow, Dad and Mongo went in to West Seattle. It was cold and rainy. Dad was wrapped up in his ski jacket and waterproof boots. But as Dad was disembarking from the transport and heading through the parking lot, lo’ and behold, he saw a true NorthWest Holiday Tradition; the classic NorthWesterner in shorts and sandals in the midst of a winter squall.
Shorts Dude
Here was a real “year-round shorts dude”, not just the Pemco stereotype of “year round shorts dude”. <Click HERE to learn more about Pemco Year-Round Shorts Dude.> Seeing the Shorts Dude filled Dad with the spirit of the holidays. He chuckled all the way into the Next to Nature store.
Dad finished his shopping and then he and Mongo went to the big park. It was almost dark, but both neither of them were concerned with the ambient light. After a fun walk in the cold rainy dark, they headed back home.
Snow in the Park
Mongo was exhausted from the big walk and fell fast asleep on the couch.
Sleeping Doggy
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
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”.
Mongo Loves Flowers
Rotary Park
Mongo’s gallery
Mongolope 
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