After Pee-Wee and I accidentally rammed Momma's knee yesterday, she said now she knows how Tom Brady must have felt cause that guy who rammed him was about Mastiff sized.
Oh boo-hoo! First off, she should know to get out of the way when I am busy biting the squirt and secondly, all she is doing is walking funny and taking ibuprofen so I don't think it's the same at all. Quit your whining.
I, Mango, have been working very hard on some new moves and I finally got Master to help out with making a movie of my most amazing feats of agilities (Pee-Wee eat your heart out).
Sadly, we still have not purchased an actual video camera, so you will have to forgive the weird underwater effects from our dumb digitals camera.
OK, here goes!
Hee hee. Did you see Momma almost fall over? So much for all that ballet training, huh?
As you can imagine, I was totally exhausted after that vigorous workout. I couldn't even make it back into the dog cave.
I just collapsed in the hallway (please ignore icky walls, apparently the hallway is yet another "under construction" part of my estate).
When I was preparing my movies I found this most disturbing image trapped inside the digitals camera!
It seems that at some point in the recent past, Pee-Wee waited until I was most deeply meditating and snuck up and made actual body contact with his labraself and my hugeness. EW!
Mango Man! Oh yeah!