The Dogs of Hanhongor: Maxford and Long Dog

Today I want to honor the memory of two of the best dogs in Hanhongor who are sadly no longer with us.

Maxford Munson

When I was a Peace Corps volunteer, my side kick was Nigel, “sack of wrenches,” cat. I never really thought about getting a dog because I knew I would not want to leave it behind when my service was completed, and I also figured that taking a cat and a dog back to America was too much at that time for me to handle. So it was fitting that a dog adopted me instead. Maxford Munson, or Max was left behind in Hanhongor by his owner when they moved  away one day in the spring of 2003. Being a sweet, gentle, and friendly dog his sad state of affairs caught my eyes-especially since he decided to move into my yard. I started feeding him once in awhile, and quickly everyone in town decided on my behalf that I had a dog. He would hang out in front of my house, and when I moved to my ger I had a cute little dog house made for him. He enjoyed keeping Nigel inline and was wonderfully patient when I decided his dreadlocks needed cutting off and his fur combed. Sadly, I lost him much too early in December of 2003 when someone took it upon himself to poison the majority of the dogs in town. Max was a very gentle soul and I like to think that Santiago is proud to carry his name as her middle name.

Long Dog

The other dog that I remember very fondly from my Peace Corps days was Long Dog. I never knew his real name, but I named him Long Dog due to his hilarious body shape.  While his legs were about 5 inches long, his body was a couple feet long giving him a sort of hyper furry dachshund look. The “long dog” breed is actually somewhat common in Mongolia and when we got Santiago I was hoping she would turn out to be a long dog. Maybe next time…

The Dogs of Hanhongor: IP

The first time we met IP was in February. I went outside to go to the bathroom and to my surprise there was a puppy sitting on our neighbor’s coal pile. She acted as if it was the most normal thing in the world for a dog to be doing on a freezing cold day but we were worried that she had gotten hurt getting up there. We decided that we would give her an hour and then if she was still there, we would deal with the issue. As it turned out, she had just been put there temporarily and was then moved to our neighbor’s mother’s house which is around the corner. Her I-don’t-care attitude and totally ridiculous hangout spot lead us to calling her Irreverant Pooch, or IP for short.

Sadly IP has a tough life with not enough love or food. She is often covered in mud and roams town in search of food, but still she remains a spirited little thing. The best thing about IP is that she is often found hanging out with her owner’s herd of goats. You never really get the feeling that she is herding them or even protecting them, but instead it is more like she thinks she is a goat. When we go out with Santi we often can see the goat herd in the distance. If you look hard you can usually see IP in the middle wagging her tail and chasing the kids. A dog’s life in Mongolia is not always easy but IP certainly tries to make the best of what she has.

The Dogs of Hanhongor: BBT

Hanhongor is blessed with having a lot of very memorable and cute pooches. Over the next few months I hope to highlight some of the best, both past and present.

Our first guest is Bottle Brush Tail, or BBT, as we affectionately call him. His real name is Bombolei which is also a great doggy name, but in our eyes he’s still BBT.

Why is he called BBT you ask? Well check him out:

I think his tail must have gotten broken at some point in his life because he is unable to put it down. It is always sticking straight up. Perhaps this perpetual state of bravery has gone to his head because not only does nothing, including other pooches, seem to scare him, but he acts like the whole town is his home/urinal. At work at school? Look at your window to see BBT peeing on the monkey bars. Over at the bank for a little business? BBT is also there doing his business. Heading out to the outhouse? BBT is just leaving your yard after decorating the outside of the outhouse for you.

About the only place BBT is hardly ever seen is in his yard behind our house. When he is in the neighborhood, though, we know because Santiago is infatuated with him. Whenever she sees him, she barks, runs straight at him, and then circles him crying like a little girl puppy. BBT is a cool dog, though, and rarely takes notice of her. He just pees and moves on leaving us to console poor, broken hearted, Santiago. Love is cruel for pooches here in the Gobi.

Coming soon: Irreverent Pooch “The goat dog.”