When Momma arrived home from work today, she was unable to put the Mastiff Mobile in its house because THIS was there!
It seems that Master is setting up shop in her parking space from which to work on the new barn.
Today, the big CAT machine spent most of the day expanding the flat part behind the barn platform so that Master can have a nice patio.
It was still doing the digging until the sun went down. Such a hard working machine.
I did happen to notice that Pee-Wee wasn't home today. Apparently he was so dirty that he was starting to look like a chocolate labradog and subsequently was compelled to take a trip to the salon for a day of beauty.
My goodness, you would think that the little guy had been transformed into a Mastiff he was so pleased with his sleek, fluffy look when he got home.
I needed to take the squirt out into the yard for a bit of a talkin to. They must have pumped him full of mojo at the salon because you can see he is all jumping on my head and doing his labraleaps. What a doofus!
Is this any way to treat the Mango?
I am bucking bronco fed up with him and his stupid snarling face and body slams.
Once again, I am forced to do the Mango Smack Down.
Now it has been brought to my attention that having seen my macho macho Mango tool belt photo, some of you gals have been asking to see my bottom. Oh my!
OK, but remember you asked for it! Such firm, well defined hips, a jaunty set to the tail.
Here is my PG-13 version. Just a suggestion of even more Mango-ness.
Momma was unsure as to whether I should post this next photo because it is a bit R rated as it shows off my nards and smiley face, so consider this fair warning for you doggies of a more delicate nature. However, its all Mango, so here goes...
FULL BOTTOM MANGO!
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. I have recruited Bae Bae to help me with my work on Beagadoon.
Meanwhile, the Lacie Beast, having apparently recovered from her poopie problems insisted that I try on a kilt. I think I look quite dashing.
Unfortunately, the little creature got her beard stuck in the pin and now she insists that I have to bring her as my DATE on opening night. Um, I think I can find some scissors before then.