Did you know I was a show dog? Yes, Indeed. When I was just 10 months old, Momma decided to show me. We went to what you call handler school which was fantastic because it had lots of hot gals in it with all their equipment (if you know what I mean).
Then the big day of the show, and, well, see for yourself.
"A ribbon's a ribbon and we had fun?" What a load of crap! I wanted to win and it's Momma's fault that my stupid brother Floyd totally got the blue ribbon. I mean, it was embarrassing.
And after that, I absolutely refused to get in the ring. No more, uh ah, never again.
Note from Momma - Actually, Mango refused to even go into the building where the show was and I didn't push him. I was partly relieved because I found the whole show thing very difficult; keeping him clean, figuring out how to handle him, and waiting around... not to mention I didn't like leaving Raja home alone all day, so we just called it quits.
Of course my brother went on to be some sort of champion or something and have lots of puppies with full sized mastiff gals which totally stinks because it's plain to see that I am the better looking of the two. I mean, come on...
No contest, right?
We found a CD with some movies of my teenage self with beautiful Raja and put them together for you to enjoy.
The first clip is from daycare. Raja always thought she was the doggie traffic cop and didn't like anybody going too fast.
In the second clip if you are patient with Momma's shoddy editing, you will see Raja showing off her soccer skills.
And I think the final segment speaks for itself.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!