Please send your thoughts to Mr. Darcy's family. Mr. Darcy needed to cross over the Rainbow Bridge last night.
Run free my big friend.
Before I continue my date narrative, I need to share that OC's momma has been working on a portrait of my large and handsome self and she entered it in a big competition and totally got a ribbon and was asked to display it in an even more special exhibit and she gets to go to a special artist's reception and, WOW!
Check it out! She is most talented (but of course having a subject such as myself helps, I must say).
OK, now back to my big adventure.
Pumpkin was most enchanted by our lovely Boston Common and wanted a romantic carriage ride.
I found that inserting myself into the carriage was alarmingly similar to going up stairs. Meanwhile, the carriage driver was carrying on as people are wont to do when faced with my large and unique self and all saying, "Wow! You could ride that thing!" which kind of gave Pumpkin an idea for how we could accomplish our promenade.
Now, mind you, the Mango had gone for many hours without relieving himself of his most dangerous gasses and they were starting to have an adverse affect on my constitution.
In fact, I was becoming downright buoyant and a bit grouchy and woogy.
Being with Pumpkin is like walking on air in a strange, I really have to toot and am experiencing actual pain in my most large and full of forbidden items belly kind of way.
And I am sorry to admit that when I was denied entry into the famous Bull and Finch pub (otherwise known as Cheers) I kind of went cracker dog.
How much can the Mango take? What with being all huge and bloated and that Pumpkin really almost shrieking at me to just clench my cheeks and suck it up and...
Damn it, Pumpkin! This is an emergency, can't you understand that?
As luck would have it...
Fine! Fly away with Dennis and stupid Pee-Wee! Oh man! Who knew that Pumpkin could make the Mango even more insane than the Lacie Beast?
With a glorious sigh of relief, I relaxed my large and near exploding bottom.
Hmmm... appears I have created some sort of meteorological event.
Feeling much better, and, frankly, happy to have Pumpkin be somebody else's responsibility (she is kind of high maintenance), I made my way to South Station to pick up the train home.
I was still a bit over sized, but walking about was reducing me to my normally large yet not too large self.
Headed for home and lesson learned. The Mango must only date doggies who fart and drool and never shriek, oh MJ!
And just west of Boston...
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. From Mango Momma...
Mango's blood work came back already and he doesn't have Lyme, but he apparently has three other tick bourn diseases! WTF! Did he get bit by the typhoid Mary of ticks? The good news is that he is feeling much better already and the vet says that after 30 days of doxycycline he should be good as new. He actually RAN after a tennis ball today! Yeah, but so much for applying Frontline religiously and getting the yard sprayed for ticks. Humph!