Well, we made the front page of the local paper which is not a good thing because peoples are all driving by and stopping and saying, "oh look at that!" Get away!
Its probably best that Momma was at work because the pictures from the paper are kind of scary.
Its like a movie fire, huh? Momma had to be escorted up the driveway by one of the firefighters when she got home because she was all dorked out. I think she was hoping for Denis Leary, but she said the local guy was just as nice.
Once I ascertained that the house was OK, I set about assigning Pee-Wee and myself to guard duty to make sure nobody got in. A nice policeman did come in to meet me (guess he couldn't resist the opportunity of being at the actual Mango estate).
The news paper even posted a movie...
You can see here that the barn is close to the garage and house, so we are lucky that nothing else was damaged.
Master is very sad because he lovingly built the barn himself with the help of a couple of his friends and my brother, Jake. He had it all tricked out like a woodworker's dream come true, but its all gone now. The fire marshals stayed for over four hours, but they still can't figure out how it started.
See the burned up box on the bench? That was our new TV cabinet which he had just finished. It used to be very pretty, but I don't think it will match our living room decor anymore.
I let Momma practice piling shoes on me. It made her smile.
On a happier note, the Mango Minster prizes arrived, so now we just have to get to the post office. We'll let you know when they are in the mail.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. Thanks to my pals who pee-mailed me directly because blogger was eating their comments yesterday. Hope its better now.