"I am indeed the Patriarch."
Sex: Male Weight: 51-100 lbs
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"Alas, if they had only listened to MY advise, the Cold War would have been prevented."
"I have been part of my family for a very long time, as evidenced from this family picture from the early 1900s. Now, I discover I go even farther back."
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"Hellooo Ladies, come join me for a snuggle!"
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"I am certain this doll is an evil descendant of "Talky Tina" from the "Twilight Zone.""
"Yes, I am THE Center of Attention. Behold, the denizens of the Mulligan Compound."
"The Mulligan Compound is now a Gated Community. Hah, to those expensive subdivisions, there is a secret way to open the gate."
"One for you and one for me"
"I must inspect all items entering the Mulligan Compound, especially Wrapped Gifts."
"Helping Middle Lad with his Science Homework: Follow a Recipe." [See My DogsterPlus Photo Book]
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Mulli, Mo, Baby-Dog, Flanigan, Hooligan
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August 6th 2002
Sitting in lap, car rides, singing along with piano practicing
Vacuum cleaner, people who don't share their food, and joggers
People's feet and Katie's slippers and that horrible doll that the Wee Lass got which must be destroyed!
Whatever you are eating. Will even eat vegetables. How does one keep a home clean without a dog?
Can jump straight up in the air from a standing position, and can do a backflip
Adopt 2010 C0ntest
Mulligan's Adoption story, told by Mulligan.
In 2005, the family lost Tyler to old-age. His nickname was "Mother Tyler" and in keeping with his nurturing instincts, he was rapidly failing, but managed to hang on until Oldest Lad finished off his end of year Freshman Exams. On the very day, Tyler stopped eating, and lasted one more week.
Mom was not "planning" to get a dog. She noticed that the Shelter was having an Adoption Fair at the local pet store. Mom stopped in. She met several dogs, including Me, Mulligan. I was NOT Mom's type. My ears did not stand up. My fur was short. I was not the "German Shepherdy" type that Mom was naturally attracted too. I even acted aloof, cold, "hard to get."
Oh, I had been through this whole "adoption" thing before. I had been found, sick, malnourished, and close to death, and nursed back to recovery by a Shelter Volunteer. I was then Adopted, but returned due to "Separation Anxiety." I then lived at the shelter for over 18 months. I was actually quite content at the Shelter. I was a tidy, scheduled type of dog and enjoyed the regular walks and getting my Kibble On Time.
Mom left the next day to go on vacation. Little did she know that I, Mulligan, had a plan.
Almost nightly while Mom was sleeping on vacation, I visited Mom in her dreams.
As soon as Mom came home from vacation, Mom went to the actual shelter. There she met a dog named Kato that exactly fit her dream-dog status. Thick, luxurious hair (or rather it would be once the mats were combed out.) Friendly, charming, a real "player." Mom was certain Kato was her dog.
Except of course Mom kept DREAMING about ME, Mulligan. And she kept having this nagging feeling that when she went to adopt Kato she was going to have to stop at my Run and explain to Me, Mulligan, why she was bringing Kato home instead of me.
Finally Mom gave in to the Mull-Can Mind-Meld that I had put upon her and adopted me!
Kato, charming as he was, was adopted soon thereafter.
Then I was her soul-mate until my unfortunate demise one year ago.
He had a very beautiful singing voice, he really liked twinkle-twinkle little star. He sang when the kids play their musical instruments. He sang to the "Hallmark" musical snowmen. He sang when the phone rang. He also "talked" like Chewbacca, the wookie. He could order food at a drive-up window. He talked a lot, especially complaining and voicing his opinion.
I'm too handsome for my fur
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"DOGSTERHOLICS", ☆ Sam's Stinky Dog Cafe ☆, AnimaLimpix 2008, Cincy Canines, D.A.M.N! - Dogs Against Maternal Neurosis!, Split Faced Pooches
I've Been On Dogster Since:
|February 10th 2006
||More than 7 years!
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for 2297 days
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October 13th 2012 10:11 am
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The news has broken this week the Michael Vick has a dog for a pet. His justification is that his children deserve a pet and can learn much from the experience of having a pet.
Mulli Speaks: Many families, not only in the United States, but all across the world grow up in a home withOUT a "Pet." In most cases these children grow up as healthy and well-adjusted as children who grow up in a home WITH a Pet.
A PET is not necessary for a child to grow up in a loving home.
No child is actually "missing" anything from their childhood experience if they do not happen to have a "Pet," as long as the parents are nurturing and attuned to the child.
In my Mulli-Opinion, it is a ridiculous justification and high risk for Michael Vick to have a "Pet," when he can provide many other experiences for his child(ren) that do not involve an animal.
August 6th 2012 7:11 am
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As the Proprietor, Patent Holder, and Inventor of "Compression Therapy," i have decided that in honor of my birthday, it does deserve some review. In particular it has come to my attention that some may not understand that Compression Therapy is a Holistic Approach, encompassing both Physical AND Mental Health. In accordance to the Federal Mental Health Parity Law, I wish it to be known that Compression Therapy has ALWAYS been a Holistic approach, and provides as much Mental Health Benefit as it does Physical Benefit. i was always a dog ahead of my time.
The basic tenets of Compression Therapy.
1. The Dog lays upon his victim, er patient. If the dog is quite large, then the dog may choose to instead lay next to his patient. A quite small dog is perfectly adequate for providing Compression Therapy (the Therapy is non-discriminatory,) but in the case of small dogs, multiple small dogs may choose to apply themselves in a large pile.
2. The dog generates warmth from it's body. This warmth is naturally soothing, much like a large hot water bottle. The dog's own natural movements stimulate the movements amongst the blood, muscles and bones of the patient, promoting healing and comfort.
3. The dog emits large amounts of naturally humidified healing vapors, from the mouth and the bottom end. These serve to stimulate the breathing of the patient, clear out the nasal and sinus passages, and stimulate the lungs. Depending upon the physical complaint of the patient, the dog may choose whether to point the dog mouth or the dog hind end toward the patients head; depending on how much clearing of the patients lungs is needed.
4. As the patient suffers, I mean enjoys the pleasures of Compression Therapy, the patient will naturally begin to focus upon The Breath. The Breath is a basic tenet of meditation. The patient will either be focusing upon The Breath as they struggle to breath under the weigh of the dog, or the amount of naturally humidified vapors emitting forth from the dog. The patient may even choose to focus upon The Dog Breath. Dog's produce a large amount of Breath and are a perfect model of Meditation and Mental Well Being. The focus upon The Breath will center the patient in The Present Moment, clearing the patient's mind; allowing it to free itself for the moment from worries, pain, and useless thoughts.
I encourage practicing Compression Therapy whether the victim, I mean patient, is sick or healthy, for Compression Therapy is able to prevent illness as well as aid healing when illness is present.
August 2nd 2012 3:12 pm
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I was pleased to have several cakes delivered to me, some made of traditional cake, and some MEATZ cake! Even though I can consume food exceedingly fast, I have fast taste-buds, as well. Yum, I tasted each and every cake, and every morsel as they slid down my giant ham tongue. "Burp," I love cake! And I didn't even get in trouble for stealing -- the cakes were all freely given, with no need to share or "look" like I felt guilty.
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