My name needs some explaining obviously.
There’s another Jack Russell involved – the one that the people in my life were in love with years ago. They decided to do the ‘naming after thing’ which means that new people spend a lot of time saying “Mango?” or quoting Blazing Saddles or showing their awareness of 70’s bluesy-folk rock by throwing out Mungo Jerry and singing three bars from In the Summertime.
Mungo Jerry I could have lived with – as I am that cool and summer is my season.
But no – the other Mungo was named after an 18th century explorer of Africa.
And She feels that this is a good conversation topic. Seriously. She starts to go into crazy-stupid detail and everyone falls asleep.
It’s crazy-embarrassing and when I met Molly (more later), I just told her to call me Jax -which, I think, impressed her.
You’d think they would have learned not to be ‘interesting’ years ago when they named their new kitten Kato after Clouseau’s sidekick and six months later OJ Simpson took his Ford Bronco for an evening drive. They lived in LA and spent a LOT of time explaining how they weren’t that infatuated with Kato Kaelin. Served them right and man am I tired of hearing that story too.
Take away: don’t be interesting when you’re naming things. At least I don’t have to try and get a job or apply for a scholarship somewhere.
Anyway. That’s my name. Mungo. aka Mungrel, Munginator, Munginacious, Mung-rat and Ratdog. Yep that last one is probably the most popular.
They tell me they love me, but really?
Welcome, Mungo, happy to read your exploits. I LUCY THE CAT DO THE GARDEN GUARDING AT MY HOUSE. MY MOM IS NOT AUTHORIZED TO TALK TO DOGS. Sorry, Mungo. Lucy is 19, recently lost her brother, Jules and is known for intense opinions and being bossy. I listen to her, and obey her poorly. I’m glad to follow your adventures.
Cute. It’ll be a hit.
Does he cultivate your tender seedlings on his chase for varmints?
He is really good about staying out of beds and there are so many voles and moles in pathways and lawns that he has plenty to chase there. The only problem happens when Frisco – his lab/husky mix friend comes over and Frisco loves hiding in the plants and being chased – it usually ends in a lot of screaming on my part.