I figured that, combined with warm weather, would guarantee a satisfying walk, but for some reason, Mom decided NOT TO GO WALKIES this morning! Arg! I was so mad that I barricaded the door when she tried to go to work (which she seems to do almost every day). My plan was foiled when My Master came charging in and unceremoniously butted me out of the way.
Then I tried to take my morning nap, but couldn't sleep because of all the banging and drilling going on while Master removed more brick from my living room addition. THEN, some guy came over to inspect the house for installing air conditioning (about time). Of course I had to help him examine the house and measure things up.
Just when I thought things couldn't get worse, Master went to work too and I was home alone for almost four hours! Fortunately, I was able to exercise my superior powers of meditation to go to my happy place while I was home alone.
[Mom - Mango, buddy, you meditate for four hours in the afternoon even when I am home]
Yeah, right, whatever.
The last straw was that when Mom finally came home she made me practice with the stretcher without taking any photos! I'm told that I have been abusing my internet privileges to garner sympathy from my doggie pals about how mean it is to try and "train" me to lay down on a stretcher. NOT! Pictures don't lie, Mom, OK? Stretcher training stinks!
So after our "session" I made my best pissy face. I'm not talking to you.I heard the dog drawer open and of course I did have to investigate.Alright, a fresh chew is a good idea.But just because I'm chewing it, doesn't mean I'm not grouchy anymore.By the way, just for the record, the current score is MANGO - 3 / STRETCHER - 0! And I am NOT a spoiled baby, but a magnificent, handsome, sweet, loving Mango Man who should always be treated as such (that means walkies every day and enough with the stretcher, am I right)?