I know what some of you are thinking, "Oh, Mango, you are wearing like a toot toot thingie." Sure, but I am confident in my Mango manness. Plus, the audience loved me. They were all like "oh, ah, I can't believe that is actually MANGO!"
And on to the stage all yelling and yapping Tsk tsk. Not very ladylike.
In no time, the security guys called the police who promptly broke up the mayhem.
Lacie was unceremoniously escorted to South Station and told to get on the next train to PA, no stops, and to limit future travel to places outside of Master Chew Sits.
MJ joined me in the dog cave for some meditation time.
I learned many things this weekend;
1) I am a totally gifted dancer!
2) Never invite more than one terrier to your house without also inviting some "normal" doggies to help keep things under control.
3) MJ is also a good dancer, a good meditator, and a perfect lady. Plus she slobbers and farts which are really endearing qualities in a gal.
4) Lacie is, well, LACIE! 'nuff said.
Mango Man, Oh yeah!