Special Relentlessly Huge Birthday Greetings to Asta (shown here with her twinner, Nicky).
I tried to get an appropriately festive photo, but, well, some doggies...
Well, I guess I should have kept my large and not keeping secrets mouth shut about feeling a bit sore after my big adventure on Wednesday because when I woke up this morning, that Nurse Lacie had shown up ready to "cure" me. Oh help!
She told me I had to do some physical therapy to stretch out my stiff muscles and get the blood flowing. She claimed it would make me feel better!
This did NOT make the Mango feel better in so many ways.
First off she has her actual paw on my bottom. Plus I do not think that the Mango is supposed to bend that way at all. And why do I look all skinny and squished like somebody tried to make a sausage out of me?
Then the shrieking began about getting into some sort of alleged whirlpool which looked more like an alien spacecraft to me.
This is just wrong! THE MANGO REFUSES!
Ah, that's more like it! I AM starting to feel better. Calgon, take me away!
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. I am sending a bottle of this to my pal, Pooka, who appears to have had some sort of mishap in his nether regions. Get better soon, big guy.