Likes: Sitting in lap, car rides, singing along with piano practicing
Pet-Peeves: Vacuum cleaner, people who don't share their food, and joggers
Favorite Toy: People's feet and Katie's slippers and that horrible doll that the Wee Lass got which must be destroyed!
Favorite Food: Whatever you are eating. Will even eat vegetables. How does one keep a home clean without a dog?
Favorite Walk: The neighborhood.
Best Tricks: Can jump straight up in the air from a standing position, and can do a backflip
Arrival Story: 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.
Bio: 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.
The Roll-out of Obamacare has been fraught with "glitches," as the humans like to say.
I am not surprised. My patented "Compression Therapy," was never adopted as part of Obamacare. A Health and Human Services Department that is so short-sighted as to not recognize the tested efficacy of Compression Therapy cannot be expected to be able to rollout a simple Health Program.
In the meantime, while this "Obamacare," is criticized AND defended, I would like to point out that there is still another option in the pursuit of Health: Compression Therapy.
To the uneducated, let me review the basic tenets of Compression Therapy:
1. Compression Therapy is a Holistic Approach to both Physical AND Mental Health, allowing it to meet the Mental Health Parity Laws.
2. A dog, or dogs, lays upon the victim, I mean patient, who is ailing, either physically or mentally.
3. As the dog lays upon the victim, um, patient, the dog stimulates the Patient's Natural Healing Processes. The Heat from the dog is naturally soothing. The basic movements of the dog stimulate circulation of the patient. While laying upon the patient, the dog emits naturally humidified healing vapors, from both ends, which cleanse the nasal passages of the victim and clear out the lungs. Depending upon what the dog has eaten, it can also be a remedy for Dry Eye.
Compression Therapy is Good for the Environment: it is a Green Therapy
As the weather approaches winter conditions, many have already turned on their furnaces. Dogs put out a large amount of DTUs, Dog Thermal Units. Some small dogs even put out more DTUs than larger dogs. A person sleeping with one or more dogs can sleep with the house set at a much cooler setting; simply by utilizing the naturally produced DTUs of the dog(s.) In addition, the dog hair that is shed from a dog has a naturally insulating quality. Instead of vacuuming up the dog hair, the humans should embrace the dog hair, realizing that it is adding to the insulating qualities of the home, further lessening the need for outside fuel resources.
As to the so-called "Glitches," let me point out that there is a vast number of well-established, easy to use websites available to find and adopt dogs. I shall not pawsonally endorse any websites, but even The Shelter from I was adopted has a fully functioning website. On most of these fully-functioning websites, one can easily compare available Dog Options; all without providing any Personal Health Information (PHI) or Social Security Number (SSN.)
My NON-Partisan approach to the Obamacare "Glitches," is to adopt more dogs! Adopt a healthier life-style through the Holistic Approach of Compression Therapy, and be Environmentally-Friendly at the same time, using DTUs instead of BTUs.
I was a law-abiding, rule-following canine. Perhaps some of the rules were constructed in my own massive cranium, but stiill, I followed The Rules.
Oldest Lad is now Officer Oldest Lad. Last evening he discovered two beagles out running amok, way past curfew, unless one counted in dog years. The dogs were at least wearing collars; there is some hope that the two shall repent from their ways.
The two Beagles rode in Oldest Lad's Squad Car to The Shelter.
It was a different Shelter from the one that most back-seat rider's of Oldest Lad Squad Car go.
The Beagles were not limited to one phone call, but their pawrents will have to fetch them and be thankful the two rode in the squad car as opposed to being hit by a car.
Oldest Lad clearly learned something during my years of enforcing rules at The Mulligan Compound.
Although I have been gone for nigh on 4 years now, bits of me linger on. Like that old fashioned tasty candy bar "Bit O Honey" that left more candy bits on the teeth than went down to the tummy; I still linger around, leaving "Bit of Mulli," about the house is unexpected places.
The other day Mom was looking in the Glove Box of the Mini-Van for "something." It is unclear what she was looking for, but she found EXACTLY what she needed: there was an old collar of mine, with bits of Mulli Hair still hanging on it.
When Mom had to get a new Electronic Fence Collar for Sophie, she had to bring in my old unit. The collar portion, complete with it's embedded Mulli hair, did not fit Sophie, nor would Mom have used it on Sophie anyways. The electronic part was fitted onto a new collar, and then fitted onto Sophie.
Instead of bringing the old E-collar into the house, Mom left it in the Glove Box. Mom likes the surprise of searching about for things and then suddenly finding a friendly reminder of Me, Mulligan. With My Collar and embedded hair still riding around in the mini-van, it has sort of been like ME, Mulligan, driving around with Mom, just like I used to, except of course Mom can't talk to me anymore, while I sit in the passenger seat, listening intently and offering appropriate comments.