We were in lockdown mode all morning because the chemical man came to spray our yard for fleas and ticks and other stuffs.
Of course this required careful observation.
The Pee-Wee is interfering with my guard duties by trying to play inside bitey face. Doofus! Go find your own window.
OK, I have to apologize for momma because she is super tired from putting together my relentlessly huge birthday and being all busy at the work place and stuff and is having trouble helping me to visit your bloggies. But I am so happy to receive all the birthday wishes from each and every one of you. I got a nice e-card from Mona.
And that wild pack of labradogs sent me this (Pee-Wee liked this card the best, I wonder why).
I got this nice cake from Scruffy, Lacie, and Stanny. Given the source, I might have Pee-Wee do a taste test to make sure that Lacie didn't put something icky in it.Asta sent me this wonderful card! I love it!
Before I tell you about my wonderful pressies, you should know that here at the Mango estate we are in a constant state of stuffie deprivedness. Yes, dear readers, it is true that we are only allowed to have one or two stuffies in the house and a few toys in the yard at a time.
So, imagine how delighted I was when Momma produced four brand new stuffies just for the Mango on his birthday!
I got a cat, a birdie, a bear, and a yellow squeaky thing. Oh happy day!
I decided to play with the bear first. It made a really cool sound, but that sound was soon replaced by a disappointing crunch. Momma said I had squished his insides in my large and vice-like jaws and that the bear might have to go into early retirement.
I always like stuffies that fit conveniently inside my mouth because I can take them outside and nobody sees....
Well, usually nobody sees, but in this case, I was told that the birdie is only to be enjoyed indoors.
OK, let's try the yellow squeaker. Nom, nom, nom.
Hey, wait a minute, what happened here? One, two, uh, two, um...
I know I had more stuffies than this a minute ago.
Drat, there goes the little brat with my yellow squeaky!
He even managed to escape out the back door with MY TOY!
Fear not! I was able to recover it. I think this one is for outside playtime anyway.
So I played with the bear, the yellow squeaky, the birdie... now let's check out this cat thing.
Hold on! What is going on here?
Is he (gasp) humping my brand new cat stuffie? Oh the horror, oh the humanity!
Back off, squirt! I can see I am going to have to keep close watch on MY new toys.
That's right, you just stick to the poor one-armed monkey, you nasty little black thing.
Gosh, that didn't take long. One stuffie in early retirement and one outside. I better watch my back lest my birdie and cat suffer similar fates.
To be continued...
Mango Man! Oh yeah!