Oh pity poor me.
The Relentlessly Huge has been very grouchy lately with his sore bottom and if I even look at him funny he is all AR AR AR in my face!
Do you think he is asleep? I dare not enter the dog cave lest I come in close proximity to the jaws of doom.
Sometimes I even get trapped! Look at me hiding behind the chair because he is watching the door like some horrible troll.
Ow wow! Will somebody vacuum the carpet please?
So yesterday, as alert readers know, he went to the V-E-T and got some medicine which is making him less grouchy but kind of dorked out.
Of course I am not certain how to tell the difference between Mango stoned and Mango normal, but you can see from the vacant stare in his eyes that he is somewhat unaware that he has positioned himself most unfortunately right in front of MY couch.
Not to mention that I have been very neglected lately. OK, I did go to agilities yesterday where I finally figured out the dog walk and now momma can't keep me off it and the mean teacher says, "NO REWARD UNLESS YOU ASKED HIM TO GO OVER!" Jerk.
I managed to snag a yummers banana this morning and even made a movie of it. I was once fast enough to steel a whole banana off the counter and had it down, peel and all, before momma knew what had happened, but now the bananas are kept out of reach of my snooter.
I appreciate all you kind hearted doggies who suggested that the flashy beast has a delay on it that causes momma to never photograph me doing my best tennis ball jumping, but I still maintain that it is her brain that has the delay.
Without the annoying Mango to bother me, I am quite happy to drop the ball in order to facilitate another run (yes, he is on his mystery date, oh wow, big deal).
One of MY tennis balls has become a big deformed from spending too much time in the RH's jaws and I cannot always predict the bounce.
I heard that there might be some DWB mom's visiting our estate next weekend.
Do you see this sign? Momma's dry cleaning comes back with these little tags all the time, "The stain on this garment could not safely be removed." Hmmmm..... what kind of disgusting toxic flesh eating slobbers stain could that be referring to? Consider yourselves warned!
P.S. I almost forgot! I made a movie of the RH annoying me and of my subsequent tennis ball action. You can watch it by clicking here. Doesn't it make you sad seeing me trying to swim in that sub standard pool?