I have to apologize to my pals who have given me awards recently. I will post them soon, but Momma is being quite stubborn about helping me.
Now I think we can all agree that it is kind of sad when our people go to that work place, but I suppose it is required in order to finance kibbles and toys and whatnot, so I try not to complain too much.
But I know when it is getting close to time for Momma to arrive back on the estate and I always make sure that Master lets me on to the observation deck so that I can watch for the return of the mastiff mobile.
Holy crap! Did you see Pee-Wee's tonsils in that movie? He was being a VERY BAD DOG all jumping like that. Usually Momma just ignores him because he is not supposed to behave like some crazed jack in the box, but she was having difficulty managing the camera box and he kind of took her by surprise. I would never ever do such a thing. Imagine!
When Momma gets home, she and Master sit around comparing notes;
"What did you do today?"
"I worked on the barn. What did you do today?"
"Same old thing, went to work, came home."
"What did the dogs do today?"
"Oh, you know, went out, came in, napped."
Let's practice my mastiff moves already!!!
I am always very eager to sharpen my moves, but they are most difficult. As you can see, I am still working on contorting my large and inflexible self through the weave poles.
Hee hee! Did you see my slobbers? Just another benefit of being a mastiff. Those of you training peoples out there will notice that Momma was lagging on her queuing for the weave poles. That is because her brain slows to a crawl when doing more than one thing at a time. Sigh.
I also do what I like to call "barrel racing" which is when I run with great speed and dexterity around objects. I am a blur!
Pee-Wee gets quite agitated when I am working on my moves. He is locked up inside so that I can focus.
Then he has to solve his intellectual stimulations puzzle before he is allowed to join me for some team recalls and sit / stays.
Look at his dorky face. He needs more practice, I think.
After training time is over, Momma selects a toy for playtime. She keeps most of our toys locked up so that she can be in charge of playtime. Sheesh. What a Grinch.
The Squirt wastes a lot of energy all dashing about with whatever the toy of the day is. I am not bothered, let the little guy have his fun. He says he has to polish his retrieving skills.
Doesn't look like much fun to me. I mean, come on, it involves actual RUNNING!
When I have had enough of watching behave like a fool, I step in to let him know its time to simmer down.
We all know that everything on the estate belongs to the Mango!
Mango Man! Oh yeah!