My friend Maverick the Pirate tagged me to choose the fifth photo from my fifth folder. Here it is...
This was taken last winter when it was very cold and Momma had the bright idea that my large and possibly prone to brain freeze head required a hoodie. I reminded her that my mastiff skull is actually 14 inches thick and no such adornments would be necessary (plus orange is so not my color).
So many of my pals have already played this game, that I am just going to say, hey, anybody who wants to play, go ahead.
I have a new game I'll call "What Were you Doing Last Year?" Go to your bloggy archives and find your post from a year ago. Here is mine. This was a very scary time for the Mango because Momma almost got duped into bringing home some fierce mutant Guinea pig instead of an actual puppy and I was forced to enlist the aid of actual Guinea pig thugs to scare her off.
I am going to tag three of my new friends, Ludo, Dennis, and Kylie to play. Where were you a year ago?
Yesterday we had the worst weather possible. Snow, then rain, then ice, leaving my Observation Deck in this condition.Plus my entire estate has ice on it that makes it impossible to have any fun at all. Even our snowman seems depressed.
I am BORED!
Pee-wee practiced catching snowballs for a bit. You can see the snow way up in the air over his little head.
And he worked on his levitation skills (big deal).
The most fun I could come up with was eating this icicle.
Nom, nom, nom. To make matters worse, Momma and Master both went to work and left us home alone. Momma relocated the herb plants because they were deemed to be "looking for trouble" sitting on the window sills with two bored doggies in the house.
Which didn't succeed in keeping certain Squirts out of mischief. See the note that Momma left for Master? "I think pee-wee did this. Hopefully it was empty." Well, I think it was because he didn't blow up or anything.Even my beloved decapitated Santa head could not inspire me.
Usually when Momma comes home we go outside for night games, but it is still too icy, so I continue to be trapped with nothing to do. Ah, poor Mango!
Now there are many toys that are for "snoopervised playtime" only because sometime Junior gets confused and thinks that some of the toys on the estate are actually his, but I was so restless, that we got out the special toys. I got my screaming Lacie monkey.
And Pee-Wee got the cuz.
OK, this is a little fun for now...
Mango Man! Oh yeah!