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"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."
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: We rescued Mulligan from a shelter. I saw him at our local pet supply/grooming business when the shelter was displaying some of their pets there. I was still very sad after losing our dog Tyler. Mulligan was not at all what I was looking for, I go for more Shepherdy-type dogs. But he put a mind-control lock on me. Like a Mullcan Mind-Meld. I thought of him, even dreamed of him while on vacation. We went to the shelter the afternoon we got back from vacation. We were looking at another dog which the kids liked better, but I kept thinking, how was I going to explain to Mulligan why I was taking another dog home. We even put a "hold" on another dog. It was that mind-control thing, I couldn't defeat it. We took Mulligan home a week later. He was a very goofy dog. He was more of a Mulli-Person, really. He was very affectionate and had to be involved in all the activities going on at the house. He was an only dog, until we adopted Pennie. Mulligan was my third dog, and very neurotic like his fore-runners. Are all dogs neurotic? Do I just choose neurotic dogs? Or do they become neurotic from living with me?
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.
Forums Motto: I'm too handsome for my fur
The Groups I'm In: "DOGSTERHOLICS", ☆ Sam's Stinky Dog Cafe ☆, AnimaLimpix 2008, Cincy Canines, D.A.M.N! - Dogs Against Maternal Neurosis!, Split Faced Pooches
First, as a reminder, one of the favorite family nicknames for me was: "MO."
Since I have been gone, the "Good" Dog, that being Pennie, has slowly been "MO-orphing." While I, Mulligan, was around it was easy for Pennie to be considered the "Good Dog." She always made sure I took the blame for everything. Now, as an Only Dog, Mom and Dad have the opportunity see Pennie's true colors, and indeed she has developed many bad habits that remind them of me!
All my true hopes of Pennie MO-Orphing have been completely abandoned after Halloween. The family left the house, leaving ALL the Halloween Candy Loot in plastic bags sitting right up on the kitchen counters! Oh, if I had only been alive, I would have eaten every bit of candy, wrapper, and even plastic bags!
Pennie? Mom and Dad came home to discover Halloween Candy all over the house. Mom was horrified. "Oh, no, is Pennie poisoned? Has she eaten all that chocolate?"
No. Pennie did indeed get into the bags of Halloween candy. She spread Halloween Candy all over the house. Intact. A Full Size Hershey Bar was found in the Living Room.
One little box of Milk Duds was found opened, neatly, and the contents consumed. The rest of the candy just needed to be gathered back up.
Middle Lad must select a Biography to read for his Language Arts Class. Naturally, I assumed that he would read my Diary; afterall who could be more interesting to read about, indeed to learn from, than Me, Mulligan? My adventures provide an amazing assortment of ideas for a Project and/or Poster.
I led a deeply enriched life, enriched even more by the strange assortment of non-food objects that I ate.
Yet, No, Middle Lad insists upon heading out to the bookstore to purchase a book about some famous personage such as Einstein or Tolkein or Stalin.
Now Dogs are being blamed for Global Warming. Or at least contributing to it. I take great offense at this. If I were alive, I would give one of my great Mulli Huffs.
I, Mulligan, felt that I was a Global Warming Warrior.
I pooped in my backyard. This created my own pawsonal "Fertile Crescent" of lush green landscape. Then Pennie came, and further created a Chemical Free Lawn that, if Mom allowed the Lads to go barefoot, they would have loved to sink their toes into the greeness of it all.
That was my first contribution to Global Warming Warrior. The 0.6 acres of the Mulligan Compound grew lush and green, contributing valuable Oxygen, yes Oxygen, NOT Carbon Monoxide or Dioxide, to the Atmosphere.
Two. Mom and Dad did not need to use ANY outside fertilizer source on the yard. The run-off from chemically-enhanced yards causes the nutrient level in creeks, then rivers, and ultimately lakes and oceans, to be off-balanced, allowing non-benificial plants to grow instead of optimal plant life.
Three. I ate a varied diet. Aluminum grill pans. Hershey's Kiss wrappers. Diaper Delights. (Oh, the memories of those moist creamy centers, each one a different surprise, like a variety box of Fine Chocolates.) Nintendo Games. Therefore my poop RE-Cycled precious minerals BACK into the soil. Yes. Someday Nations will be fighting for the Mineral Rights to the Mulligan Compound.
Four. Warmth. I, Mulligan, was a veritable Space Heater. Mom is a naturally "cold" person. Dad always had to keep the house warmer for Mom's benefit. With me around, the thermostat could be set lower at night as Mom snuggled in with me.
Five. Exercise. One never knew when I was going to go on a Mulli Rampage, doing great Mulli circles around the house. This further raised the heat level in the house.
Six. Cooling. The accumulation of my shed hair provided valuable insulation to the Mulligan Compound. This reduced temperature variations in the house, allowing the house to stay cooler despite warm temperatures outside.
Oh, my great Mulligan Ego and Brain can easily come up with a multitude of more reasons why I was a Global Warming Warrior, but I do believe that I have already made my case.
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