Mungo

About Mungo Willburn

Explorer. Varmint hunter. Dirt chaser. Dog.

I’m Still Her Favorite

By |2020-12-11T19:03:49+00:00December 14th, 2020|

I bet you’ve been wondering. Nessa being a girl, and Her being a girl and the Girl being a girl and what with the way that kind all sticks together – Hell, I was wondering too. Top. Dog. But glad to say, I’m still top dog around here.  Here’s the evidence: Who does [...]

Nessa the Usurper

By |2020-09-27T14:59:05+00:00September 25th, 2020|

She got home this week. And if it hadn’t been for this 826-pound, six foot, hairy Muppet sucking up all the attention, I might have enjoyed three beautiful She-free weeks with Him.  On the bed. In the bed.  On Her pillow now that I think about it. Those were the days. Extra treats.  Extra time. [...]

First COVID and now THIS?

By |2020-04-29T20:56:30+00:00April 27th, 2020|

Ducklings.  Because things aren’t bad enough.   It’s been a long month.  He’s home.  She’s home more.  The Girl is home too, which means I can’t get into her bedroom for some high quality snacking off of used plates and a casual root around in the bathroom. He’s “in meetings all day.”  So evidently it [...]

The Chickens Are Free and I’m Not. Evidently That’s Fair.

By |2019-09-09T19:48:33+00:00September 9th, 2019|

Well it’s been a hell of a summer.  Not that it’s over yet, but I know the signs. For one, She’s given the chickens the run of the garden for the last two weeks.  That means She’s stopped being OCD about the details of this year’s garden and is thinking about next year.  That means [...]

I Crack Myself Up Sometimes

By |2019-03-11T00:31:24+00:00March 9th, 2019|

Here’s something fun to do if you’re bored. And you’re a dog. (And I’m both some days.) Freak Them out.  I mean REALLY. Freak. Them. Out. It’s easy enough, especially if you’ve let Them think all these years that They’ve trained you to stay off the furniture unless you ask permission. (You know..lay your head [...]

His Piano

By |2019-01-28T04:17:03+00:00January 28th, 2019|

It's difficult to describe this guy. On the one hand, He's hard. He's a former Gulf War infantry marine. Gruff. Pretty high tolerance for pain. He once pulled out his own tooth because he couldn't see the surgeon 'till after the weekend. No really. That happened. When He's not doing undecipherable tech stuff, He likes [...]

Sand and Surf

By |2018-11-09T22:46:49+00:00November 7th, 2018|

I could totally be a beach bum. Sand - no problem. I've got a wire coat, nothing sticks to it. Surf - I'm faster than any wave and dry off in 1.3 minutes with a stiff breeze and a towel. Babes - Well, look at me. Obviously not an issue.     This weekend They [...]

They won the Stanley Cup!!!!!! Go CAPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

By |2018-06-08T04:44:23+00:00June 8th, 2018|

  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 [...]

It Was a Bear

By |2018-06-04T13:59:09+00:00June 4th, 2018|

  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 [...]

My Best Friend: Frisco

By |2018-04-23T15:55:52+00:00April 22nd, 2018|

  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 [...]

The Ball

By |2018-03-19T12:51:29+00:00March 19th, 2018|

  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 [...]

The Boy is Leaving

By |2018-02-28T16:53:57+00:00March 5th, 2018|

  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 [...]

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