Two years ago this month, someone surrendered our dog to the local Humane Society and noted his age as four years. That means he's at least six years old now. Happy birthday, goober ( Read more... )

It's starting to get cool enough to go for a walk in the morning. Almost a year has passed since this was part of my daily routine. Mungo has gotten fat loafing around the house all day. The whelp likes being outside, too. When we approach the door while carrying him, he does a happy little bounce. This morning I walked the dog for about half ( Read more... )

Mungo has been with us for fourteen months today. I wanted to post an entry commemorating the one-year anniversary of our adopting him, on January 10. The fact that I haven't posted anything about our dog since the baby was born speaks to what's been going on in his life ( Read more... )

Mungo is doing fine. In fact, I wasn't going to make an update for him this month, as there's not much to tell. His seasonal shed seems to have tapered off, thank goodness. He has started marking almost like a normal dog - I say almost because at least once I've seen him lift his leg against a tree and nothing came out, and then he put his leg ( Read more... )

It's hard to believe we've had Mungo for only half a year. It feels like longer, now. I considered moving to bi-monthly doggy status updates rather than monthly, but it turns out I do have something to say: he is no longer a silent dog by any means. He is still a fairly quiet dog, most of the time, but he whines when he wants our attention, and ( Read more... )

The past few days have been busier than last week. The trucker with our household goods arrived Monday morning, and he and the local helper working with him spent pretty much all day unloading our goods - and I spent pretty much all day keeping watch on them and checking off box numbers from the list. At the end of the day, we were lacking a few ( Read more... )

Mungo has now moved three times in a month: from our previous house to a hotel, to another hotel, to our current house. He has coped well, I think. He was very excited to be let loose in our back yard after spending two weeks in hotel rooms. He's taking a few more days to adjust to the house itself. We set up his portable crate in a corner of ( Read more... )

A beagle and a basset hound live next door to us, and, as hounds do, they like to bay. We're used to hearing them. I've thought more than once that Mungo might have fun running around with them if we were friendlier with our neighbors (not that there's any trouble, we simply don't interact much). Well, this evening I took Mungo out for a rare ( Read more... )

Yesterday was the four-month anniversary of our adoption of Mungo. The neat thing about this length of time is that now he has been with us just about as long as he was in the custody of the Humane Society.

He has adapted pretty well. ( Read more... )

I came home from a study session at school, and I ate an apple. Mungo is always interested in his humans' food, so I bit off a chunk and set it on the floor for him. He sniffed it and left it alone. When I finished my apple, I picked up the piece on the floor to throw it away, and that was when he decided to take it from my hand. He trotted off ( Read more... )