See stupid pee-wee lurking at the perimeter trying to wake me up?
So after a leisurely breakfast, I loaded into the mastiff mobile for my annual trip to the vet. Momma brought along some samples of my daily deposits to show off (can't figure why the humans are always so keen on examining my deposits - like the mystery of the universe will be revealed or something). Mercifully, there was no camera because many bad things happened. First up, I needed to get on the scale. I hate the scale!!! So I make myself all stiff and immobile when I see it. Master and the vet wrestled me onto the scale in a most undignified manner and I weighed 235 pounds. That's about 20 pounds more than a year ago and the vet said there was a bit too much Mango (here is Momma pinching me to show off my extra Mango-ness).
Then they had to take blood, but because my leggies are so muscular, she had trouble getting in the needle and had to use a turn it kit. I didn't really like that because it made my leggie feel funny.
Then she said I had yeast in my ears and I'm not sure what that means (maybe I can bake bread in my ears), but it gives momma an excuse to torture me by doing a daily ear flush. I was also told that some of my toothies were chipped and my gums are a bit inflamed from eating too many sticks. Finally, she stuck me with a needle for the distemper and I was allowed to go home.
Lacie informed me of some faux Mango festival going on. I have to say I am getting sick and tired of my name being used to suck people in to things that have nothing to do with me. I am contacting my lawyer right away! This is my mad face.
It being the 4th of July and all, the cherry trees were ready to be harvested and Master brought in a big bucket full of cherries.Since the cherry trees are babies, this is the first year that they have had enough fruit that Momma and Master couldn't just eat it. Momma being all experienced with making pickles and jam decided that she would do something with them. First she had to pit them which isn't all that hard, but really boring.Then she went online and found a recipe for cherry cobbler. Sounded good, but it came out all ooey gooey and only marginally edible.So next she decided to salvage the rest by making cherry jam. After all, last year's plum jam came out great, how hard could it be? But the cherry mush refused to jell up. Momma got all frustrated and put it in jars anyway, so we'll see what she created in a few days.You'd think with all that time spent in the kitchen there would have been something edible produced.Mango Man! Oh yeah!