Let me tell you why I was abandonded on Sunday...
First my brother, Jake, came over and he and Master headed down to Connect the Dots to visit my sister. Fine. But then... momma left too to go with my sissy-in-law and her mom to a Sporty Dog Show! Sporty Dogs!
It seems my brother has decided he wants a doggie and he is determined to get a labradork. Why oh why? Do we really need another labradork in the family?
Jake says that he is a sporty guy and needs a sporty dog. Well, I will tell you, he used to be a sporty guy, all hiking and camping and ice climbing, but ever since he bought his money pit, um, I mean house, all he ever does is the fixit up activities. That sounds more like he needs a proper working doggie, doesn't it?
Anyhoo, the sporty dog show was like labradork central.
My sissy-in-law, Shannon wants to get something smaller but equally sporty since this will be her first dog. I think that makes sense.
She really liked this Tolling dog (must work for the Turnpike Authority).
Ugh, more labradorks.
Shannon also liked this little spaniel.
Momma liked this pup because even though he is a total show dog he is clearly also a doofus of the highest order. I think he's looking for some mud to roll in.
By the way, isn't it curious that there was an indoor water park adjacent to the sporty dog show? I bet they all headed over there after the event for some splashy time.
I fear that Master's brain has become a bit addled in his old age. The first sign was that he insisted the aire compressor (I hope he isn't planning to squash dales with it) needed to spend the night in the kitchen so that it wouldn't catch cold.
Then this morning I heard yet another big machine coming onto my estate.
Master told me, "Mango! The barn is here!"
Huh? That looks like a pile of sticks, not a barn.
I think what it really was was just another fun big machine toy for Master and his pals to play with.
I called Master over to the fence for a consult. "Oh my Master," I said, " I hope you did not pay money for that barn."
But he seemed convinced that the barn had arrived! Here he is all happy with his pal, Rick, who is helping him with his constructions.
The Pee-Wee checked things out and agreed that whatever came on that truck was most certainly NOT a new barn.
While Master and Rick continued their little barn fantasy, I amused myself by getting furminated...
And slamming Pee-Wee into the ground.
But he started pouting and saying that I am a big bully and shouldn't be knocking him down all the time (yuh, as if).
Aw, look at the pathetic little thing.
Just to show that I am a good sport (hmmm... possibly a sporty guy after all), I decided to let the midget feel like the big guy for a change.
Oh, you got me! You are indeed a large and fierce labradude!
I surrender, please do not hurt the Mango! Hee hee hee!
When Momma arrived home from work, Master was eager to show her the "wall" he and Rick built. Now I may be a few slices short of a loaf, but even I, Mango, know that walls are supposed to be, uh... vertical! This is very disappointing.
Judging from the interior of the garage, I think Master must have spent the day entertaining his tool time friends with his new saw. " Wow! Look at that baby cut wood!" I am sure there was lots of Dunkin Donuts and hearty bonding all around.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!