A place for Mungo to share his crazy terrier life.
Did you see that game?!?!!?!??!?!?!?!?! I can hardly dictate this to Siri. Seriously, I'm a little verklempt. It's been a long night. He and The Girl and me have been partying like The Caps never won that cup before. Oh wait. THEY HAVEN'T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean, I haven't been on the planet as long as [...]
When I say ‘a bear’ I mean bear-like. Like, as big as a bear, only maybe bigger. He wanted a piece of me and he got it. That’s one mean little groundhog. Except it wasn’t little. Just making sure you’re clear on this. Now I’ve got this thing wrapped around my head, the cone [...]
So, they left me. They totally left me. Never mind the fact that The Boy and I have a special bond, and maybe, just maybe, he’d like to have me at his boot camp graduation more than he’d like to have a couple weepy parents that won’t leave him alone in front of whatever [...]
I'm not really into terms like 'best friend.' It sounds like something The Girl would say, and dogs have way more dignity than to do their nails together and watch 50 First Dates until 2 in the morning; but it would get confusing if I said what he really is: my brother from another [...]
These people don't get it. I. Just. Want. The. Ball. It really doesn't matter which one. Just something round. Something that bounces, or doesn't. Something that's green, or isn't. I seriously don't care - I just want you to throw it. And throw it again. Oh, and I'll bring it back and drop it [...]
Well, this is gonna be sad – Siri started crying while I was dictating drafts. Just warning you ahead of time if you don’t like that kind of thing. She doesn’t. That’s why She’s been acting like it’s just another week. Making dumb jokes about having to do all the heavy stuff in the [...]
He and I – I and He. That's all it's been for two weeks now. But it's coming to an end tonight when She Returns. Don't get the wrong idea. I like Her. She throws weeds, lets me get dirty and puts an egg on my food in the morning. She's not putting it [...]
Where to begin. I'm a Jack Russell Terrier. I know it and They knew it way before there was any talk of bringing me into the family. That doesn't mean good things for cats. But as a bonus, it doesn't mean good things for rats, voles, moles, groundhogs, skunks (That was, upon reflection, a [...]
I’m not into these big parties She likes to throw. Lots of smells, lots of chaos, usually lots of little kids and everyone way too distracted to get off their butts and throw my ball; but I’ve gotta say, a party made up of plant people usually means a party made up of pet [...]
Not content to ruin her own life with empty New Year promises, She put me on the radar last night. There I am minding my own business in front of the fire, doing the dutiful dog thing, Happy Last Day of 2017 and all that, when I hear her say, “Mungo needs to lose [...]
