Mucky Runt comic – Princess Mucky

May 5, 2020
‘Princess Mucky’ – Mucky Runt comic no. 0001

Having Mucky in our lives has brought so many joys, and so many albeit expected, challenges. One thing I hadn’t expected was to fall in love with her so much that I began to feel jealous of the time Amber gets to spend with her. My complex processing parts of my brain know she is the only thing keeping me sane, rested enough, and with enough free time to work or do tasks that would otherwise be simple without having to make sure Mucky doesn’t wander off at lightening speed, eat a live power cord, or train herself to use the bathroom where ever is most convenient. The lizard part of my brain, however, wants her all to myself, and will fight to the death to have her nap on my side of the couch. I find myself even jealous when Mucky pulls her hair or bites the shit our of her fingers, instead of mine. I, of course, would not have how we’re raising her any other way, because Amber is amazing with her, she shares more than the load, when we’re both working to take care of the dogs it feels more like a family doing their thing and less like chores that will one day be less mission critical and more autopilot.

That being said, I will not be buying swords for the household any time soon.

Anthony Pego (aka: Boo Science)

CSI: Poop Scene Investigator

April 29, 2020

Amber has always been very engaged with the doggos, but something I’ve particularly found, uh, interesting, is not just her complete and total concern with their poop health. She’s always given me a pretty much hourly update on each dog’s dealings like a town crier – “two o’clock, and all is well!”, “the evening finds Oshki with a case of some scraps revenge!” With the new routines, constant attention (we saw a bird of prey swooping through the yard, only to be scared off by a blue jay that lives in our trees), and concern for the newest piece of my heart, I too find myself excited to tell someone, anyone who will listen, about each poo – which means I’m gonna tell all y’all.

Changing Mucky’s diet from cheaper foods to something more healthy (and expensive) wreaked havoc, as expected – something we’re now used to, as a nightmare version of this occurred with our other most recently adoption, 3 year old Oshki. When her guts were adjusting from her previous situations (multiple families gave her up and she sat in the city pounds for some time), her toots smelled like actual burning tires, and woke me up on several occasions. It’s like her guts knew Australia was on fire, that a pandemic was neigh, and they took to protesting in a way their Native American dad would understand. I’m glad to announce that after only days Mucky’s poo is solid and a pleasing mixture of light and dark browns. We did have a brief moment of panic when we found red dots in Mucky’s poo, only to discover newly formed berries on vine-weeds along the back fence, that were a clear match, which resulted in some serious yard work yesterday.

Ah the joys of being a new parent. This is my first true puppy, all my dogs have been rescues, usually about 1 year old or so, so I’m not quite used to this level of constantly appearing new threats to such a tiny, fragile, if not brave and gorgeous creature. I never got used to the smell of burning tires waking me in the middle of the night, but I hope I’ll adapt, prepare and begin to know what to expect more often than not. Til then I have my poop-detective girlfriend here by my side to help me wade the mucky waters.

I hope all your poos find you well,

Anthony

Yip

April 27, 2020

Hello! I’m Animikii, or Mucky for short. My name means “thunderer” or “thunderbird” in Ojibwe, but I’m not Chippewa, I’m a little country girl from Okeene, Oklahoma! At least, that’s where I was born. Now I live in Oklahoma City with my new family, Anthony, Amber, Oshki and Moosh. Oh, and Cuddles, he’s a gecko, Hugs and Satan, they’re fish, and Dumb, and Dumber. They’re snails. You’ll meet them later, I promise.

For now just know that as an Australian Shepard / Great Dane mix, people expect big things from me, but they might come in smaller-than-expected packages, since I was the runt of the little. At 8 weeks old I was only 3 lbs, compared to the usual 12 pounds for an Aussie pup, or 15-30 pounds for a Great Dane! Who knows, maybe I’ll surprise everyone, and probably in more than one way. I’m excited to chew everything and smell it all, come follow me as we find out what kind of city dog this country girl will grow up to be.

-Mucky