While all the living room banging continued, I demanded that Momma turn herself in to the library police before they came and put her in the slammer (cause I know she's had those books for a reeally long time). Come on, let's go, 'fess up.The dotty old hen forgot the camera (so no photos of our journey). I was shocked when I went to get in to the mastiff mobile because MY mastiff mobile had the Dexter stink in it. To counteract the Dexter stink, I waited until we were underway and let loose a prolonged TOOOOOOOOT. I assure you, that there was no trace of Dexter remaining after that (in fact I think I melted one of the seat belt clasps).
When I got home, I was planning on a nice sun bake, but junior was out and...You see what he's doing? He's running around me with one of MY stickies in his mouth even though I AR AR AR at him about 70 times a day to leave my stickies the heck alone.
I decided to take the high road this time and just focused on my sun bake enhanced meditation (but Dexter better watch his back).Eventually he got tired of his risky business and started cleaning up all the rabbit poop in the yard. That should keep him busy for a while.Master suggested us big guys go in for a snack and leave pee-wee outside with Momma. No argument here! Mac and cheese! Yummers!While I was enjoying my snack and some much needed alone Master time, Dexter was outside doing a nutty on one of my stuffies. Jeez...
But the joke's on you, squirt, because suddenly "Dexter nap time" was declared and he was tossed into his cage. I grabbed a most yummerist chewie and gnawed on it with great gusto right in front of his little black face.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!