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“Quite the Time-Suck”*

Meet the reason productivity here at Fobot World Headquarters has dropped to near nothing since Monday night.  His name is Mongo.

The lovely and talented Phil and I have been talking for a while about getting a companion for our sweet Welsh Terrier boy, Ozzie, who’s 12.  We’re looking at more travel in the coming year (new addition to the Fobot art fair calendar: Des Moines, Iowa, June 25-27), and don’t want the old boy to be lonely.  Plus, as much as it pains me to say it, Ozzie’s getting old, and we need an emergency back-up dog.   And it would be nice if Ozzie could train his replacement.

But Welsh terrier puppies are not the easiest dogs to find.  We’ve been looking for several weeks, hoping to have one by Christmas, so we could get him settled and have the house-training done by the time we left for the Coconut Grove Art Festival (February 13-15) and the Winter Park Art Festival (March 19-21).  Hell, we would have driven hundreds of miles to bring home the right pup.  And to all of you out there saying “Why don’t you rescue a dog from the pound?” I say “Don’t you judge me!”  I know what I like, and Ozzie is the most perfect dog that ever lived, and we want another just like him!  So there!  Sorry.

Back to our story.  Monday afternoon I was taking a little break, and went to one of the websites I’d been haunting, looking for puppies.  And there he was.  In @##$*&! Roxboro, NC, only 50 miles away!   From a litter of three, he was the sweetest, mellowest, happiest guy in the bunch.  We took him home Monday night, even though we swore we were going to wait until after I got home from the “Ugly Betty” trip this weekend to pick him up.  I mean, c’mon, could you leave that little face behind?  I think not.

In a perfect world, Mongo and Ozzie would be best buddies by now, sleeping in the same bed and sharing squeaky toys and dating tips.  Alas, Ozzie is acting more like a spoiled only child who’s Mom has just brought home a pesky little brother who wants to play ALL THE TIME.  But he’s getting better, and a few well-deserved growls have flipped the puppy over on his back in a submissive posture faster than the crack-heads at our local IHOP can flip a pancake.

So, my life is now an endless cycle of trying to wear Mongo out so he’ll sleep, and then standing outside in the freezing cold, hoping to witness the miracle of puppy poo.  A miracle that occurs, far too often, indoors. 

As far as the name goes, just watch “Blazing Saddles” and look for a big guy.  Who farts.  ‘Nuff said.

* From the movie “Juno”, in reference to babies.

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7 Responses to ““Quite the Time-Suck”*”


  1. 1 Jan Gregg-Kelm
    January 7, 2010 at 1:15 am

    Well, I went to bed but couldn’t sleep so I decided to get up and check on that big blog news. Lo and behold, what to my wondering eyes should appear? A curly haired little dog that is just so dear! Okay, on the cute scale of 1 to 10, I say he’s a 99, no, make that a 100. I love the name Mongo. So I imagine his papers say something like King Shire’s Roscoe De La Renta of the Moors but hey around this neck of NC, he’s known as just Mongo. Although Ozzie will eventually get over his jealous nose being out of joint, I have to feel for the lad who has become used to being “the only child” along with all the rights and privileges that entails. I can understand his growled “buzz-off!” warnings to the endless play of “that young whippersnapper!” They will be friends as soon as Ozzie feels he has firmly established his place as the King Pin Big Boss. How cool the breeder was only a short 50 miles away. Congrats to Mom and Dad and if I was there I’d be passing out Milk Bone cigars! Kiss the little furball for me and Ozzie too of course.

  2. January 7, 2010 at 9:05 am

    What a cute little puppy! I had to smile when I saw his picture:)

  3. January 7, 2010 at 10:18 am

    When I first saw his name I busted out in a big grin…I’ve always told myself that one day I’d name a pup named Mongo…and for the same reason – Blazing Saddles! By the way…your Mongo is a sweetie!

  4. February 21, 2010 at 10:05 pm

    Just one word, “Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.”

  5. 6 Don
    March 9, 2010 at 3:33 am

    What a guy, I can only imagine the joy of finding a cute guy like him. Our Welsh is now 9 and we still think he is the only dog that walks on water. Course until he was a three I don’t think his feet touched the ground. What great companions they make. Dexter is a little quieter than our first dog a wire Haired Fox Terrier.
    Anyway, enjoy, enjoy, enjoy.
    Don and Dexter

    • 7 artgirlraleigh
      March 9, 2010 at 7:40 am

      Hey! Our little guy walks on water too! Unfortunately, it’s the water he’s usually just made on the kitchen floor.


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