Naturally certain parties thought the ball had arrived for their pleasure and when I let it slip from my jaws and momentarily lost site of it, he made his move.
Given my turning radius, I was unable to reclaim it before the little pest nabbed the ball and took off.
Now, at this point in the story, you might be thinking, "Oh Mango Man, how dare he? You must give chase!"
OK. COME BACK HERE SQUIRT!
The problem with that strategy is that it requires actual, uh, RUNNING, which is not the Mango's forte.
So my strategy is much more sophisticated. I chase him just enough to keep him on the move.
That's right, RUN you little pee-wee midget hump meister, RUN!
No worries here because he runs at such reckless speeds that sooner or later...
Yup, here we go... FACE PLANT!
A quick nip on the butt to distract him...And the blue ball is mine!That's right! Whose ball is it now? Who's the big dog?
Hey! Check out that weird shadow on Momma. Is she being attacked by a wolverine?His maniac drive by's are futile. Look at him. He's all sticking his tongue out and making doofus face. And like totally has his own leggies all tangled up. Hey, that's what happens when you exceed the estate speed limits.Rubber ball, Mango's, chew, good... eat?Apparently, don't eat as my hard earned treasure was confiscated after I had only managed to tear it into three or four pieces. That's OK, I feel a meditation coming on anyway after all that strenuous exercise.
Huh? Not again! How does he always manage to beat me into the dog cave? And why is he on the Mango's comfy orthopedic cushion?I'm not bothered. I can rest on the puppy bed for now as long as I have my decapitated Santa stuffie. I LOVE this little snowman head. Oh yeah, I'm supposed to tell my friends at the doggie store that this head came quite readily off that gazillion squeeker stuffie and has lasted, like, FOREVER. Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. I heard that they are eating camels in Australia now. If any of my friends down under get to try some, you have to let me know how it is.