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It all started on Monday night. Stupid Pee-Wee was running around on three leggies with one of his hiney leggies just dangling in the air.
Naturally, Momma was quite alarmed. I, Mango, was a bit suspicious given the vigor with which he dashed madly about.
Of course, the fact that he would not bitey face me was a bit disappointing, but I didn't think much of it.
He started acting all weird by putting his little black labraself in all sorts of unusual places.
To start with he body blocked my access to the dog cave, apparently intent on having some private discussion with momma.
I was able to get in finally and asked him what was up.
But he wasn't talking and then he relocated (gasp) to one of MY mammoth beds in the dog cave!
And just lay there looking all pathetic. This was a most curious turn of events.
But his little plot was revealed when I overheard him saying to Momma, "Oh dear, my leggie hurts so bad, I cannot possibly go to Obedience school (heh heh). I think I am dying! Oh I can't walk! Oh save me!"
Simple being that she is, Momma immediately scheduled a trip to the V-E-T for the wily little dude and cancelled his obedience class.
Along with the scheduled V-E-T visit came this note.
And to my horror, when I went to look for MY supper, MY bowl was empty!
What's going on here?
It said not to feed Pee-Wee. It said nothing about the Mango!
I am starving!
Please do not leave me here all alone and starving whilst you take that big old faker who would rather go to the V-E-T than obedience out for a ride in MY mastiff mobile!
But away they went.
Upon their return it was just as I had suspected. The midget has a "click" in his knee, but not a real boo boo and no Lyme disease and was diagnosed as just having flung his little self about a bit too much. Oh man!
Yuh, look at him! Does that look like a dog with a hurt hiney! I think not (OK, in fairness to the little guy this photo was taken a full 48 hours after the walking on three leggies thing started, but still).
In modest attempt at retaliation, I have positioned my large, hungry, and neglected self in front of the labradork's sleepy couch.
That should give him something to think about next time he wants to trick momma into skipping obedience school.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. Check out this photo of Momma's shadow (I kid you not). What the heck? Does she have a tail now?