Please visit Mr. Darcy and give him your good thoughts. The Mango almost doesn't know what to say because his condition is changing hour to hour, but you just go and see him and help him get better so he can go home with his mom.
So I think maybe some cheery news is in order to help us generate positive vibes.
My mystery date.
Ever since she won first place in the Toy Group at Mango Minster, my little pal, Pumpkin, has been nagging me for a date. She totally developed a most large and quite understandable crush on me.
Well, the big day finally came around! That's right, time for my date with Pumpkin!
Pumpkin arrived in style as I would have expected. I was anxious that she not get her pretty white feet dirty and prudently arranged for a royal red carpet to accommodate her grand entrance.
Welcome to the Mango Estate!
Momma was waiting with a bag of official Boston Baked Beans to set the tone for our great adventure. I did my best not to let my large and voluminous slobbers get on Pumpkin given how mindful she is of her furs placement, but it was really hard to do. I mean, baked beans, right? Yummers.
I thought that a trip into Boston was in order to show off the sites of our fair city.
This necessitated a ride in my Mastiff Mobile. It was hard to be gracious with Pumpkin hogging the Mango spot. I think maybe she is just a tad bossy.
First stop, Yawkey Way! That's right, home of the Boston Red Sox.
We were spotted almost immediately by the pupperazzi.
I had thoughtfully purchased seats in the Green Monster for an official Red Sox baseball game! I figured that this would make us available for any home run hits which might occur.
Those hot dog vendors sure are stingy. When I asked for a Fenway Frank, he tried just giving me one hot dog! I am not so easily duped.
I said, "No, ONE BOX, please!"
That Pumpkin sure is small! She couldn't even finish one hot dog. That's OK, more for the Mango!
Wow! These are really yummers. Nice view of the park, huh? Go Sox!
Now at this point in the narrative, I must pause to point out to doggies that do not have the pleasure to live in Master Chew Sits that the combination of Boston Baked Beans and Fenway Franks can lead one to have a bit of an uncomfortable fullness.
Being no stranger to that sensation, I knew that a quick expulsion of Mango gas would make room for continued dining.
Hmmm... appears the Red Sox fans are unaccustomed to eu de mango.
In fact I soon found myself oddly alone in the Green Monster.
Where did everybody go?
I spotted Pumpkin on the jumbo tron. Apparently she had gone into the announcers booth for an interview. Seemed like an odd time for that. Whatever.
After our trip to Fenway, there was still much to see.
Pumpkin advised me that I would need to contain my gasses for the remainder of our date because she was quite put out by the odor (yuh, I am unfamiliar with ladylike doggies such as herself I suppose).
OK, I think I can handle that for a bit.
The swan boats are most famous and a great way to see the Boston Gardens.
I eagerly leapt aboard only to discover that swan boats are not Mango friendly, leaving me with a most curious wet feeling in my nether regions. Good thing the pond is shallow.
You can imagine that I made my dismay known. This is Mango discrimination! You must allow the Mango on the swan boat or make whatjacall accommodations.
Fearful of adverse publicity, the swan boat captain secured a barge from Boston Harbor and ushered Pumpkin and my large and I hope this thing floats self aboard.
This is a much nicer way to ride anyway. Look, we have it all to ourselves.
I must say that the paddle guy seemed a bit weak in the legs and was not able to get a good head of steam going for some reason.
Do I look larger than usual to you? I did feel a bit, er, inflated due to retention of my Franks and Beans induced gasses, but I suppose a little discomfort is worth it to be so honored as to be Pumpkin's escort.
Meanwhile, back at the estate...
To be continued...
Mango Man! Oh yeah!