It has become quite warm here in Master Chew Sits and given that Momma is a big meanie who will not turn on the AC until the interior of my estate crests 80 degrees F, I am forced to seek coolness for my large and easily overheated self by other means.
Unfortunately, the squirt is very quick to hog the best cooling off spots. Here he is enjoying the breeze under the window in MY dog cave.
I am at a loss as to how to best extricate him from the cooling spot.
He is also a total fan hog. That vertical thing is an Oscar lating fan and the midget positions his pointed headed self as close as possible thereby not only absorbing the wind but also dispersing his labrastink throughout my living room.
I am compelled to seek refuge upwind as can be observed by my bottom shown in the top of the picture.
Some alert readers might ask, "Mango, why don't you just make him move?"
I will tell you why.
Because unlike some annoying pain in the butt pee-wee midget hump meisters, I am a gentleman. Not prone to making a fuss over a patch of cool floor. Plus I am reluctant to have any part of my large and sweet smelling self come in actual contact with the little dude other than my teeth.
So I will resign myself to a comfy corner and hope that the AC comes on soon.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. Regarding my impending Uncle-ness of what appears to be a yellow labradude, it seems that the alleged puppy has to live with his fur mom for another few weeks so there is still time for me to convince my brother and sissy-in-law to seek out a proper doggie. To show why I am so concerned, I refer you to this R rated and most disturbing movie.
Wish me luck.