It has come to my attention that some of my pals out west of 495 were thinking that the fire chief in the fire movie was speaking in some strange and foreign language. Now I will mention that Momma found the firefighter and police peoples Boston accents quite comforting, but for the rest of you, here is an ACTUAL TRANSCRIPT of what the nice fire chief said.
"When I heard there was a fiyuh at Mango's Estate, I had four fiyuh trucks and sixteen fiyuhfightahs and a choppah there in five minutes. Our first priahity was to make sure Mango and Pee-Wee were OK. Once we knew the boys were good, we set to containing the fiyuh in the bahn. It was wicked hot. We got a neighbuh to comfort Mango Mastah and sent anothah neighbuh to get some Dunkin' Donuts. We drew stawers to see who would be stuck with, I mean talk, to the Dotty Old Hen. Just anothah day in the Framingham fiyuh dapahtment."
Here is a picture of our barn during happier times.And here it is now...
The insurance peoples boarded it up and put this sign on it. We have to wait for them to shift through the debris before we can rebuild.
In the meantime, Momma and Master are starting to make a list of all the stuff that was inside. Here is what is left of Master's 90 drawer cabinet (which got tossed out the window) that contained 1000's of fasteners, drawer pulls, hinges, and other stuffs. It will be a long list.
Master was given permission to remove his flooglehorn which seemed to have survived OK.
I, Mango, have started cleaning up the debris around the perimeter.
But its hard work and there is only one Mango.
Pee-Wee is not nearly as industrious as I. I instructed him to get to work and not be such a baby.
This was his response.
Annoying little critter.
He has developed an irritating habit of aerial assaults on my Mango-ness.
When faced with such total labradorkiness, I am forced to retire to my special place...
Finally, I MUST share this with you. That Lacie Beast recently returned from a trip abroad with Petey. I have to hand it to Petey, he finally found a use for that screeching little monster. I can just hear the strains of Amazing Grace issuing from her Lakie jaws.
Photo by Petey
Perhaps Master can do some duets with her on his flooglehorn.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. Momma said I can spend time catching up with my pals this weekend. Well, I certainly hope so.