My pal Oskar's momma is in the hospital with bad sickies. She could use some of your vibes to help her come home soon. He is very worried.
Today I had a most amazing adventure. When Momma suggested we go for a ride in the Mastiff Mobile I was very excited because I know that ROTE is a good thing which often results in cookies.
So imagine my horror when I spotted THIS out the window! Go ahead and bigify.
Can you read the sign? Yes, we were headed beyond the Rt. 495 force field to the wild untamed part of Master Chew Sits.
TURN BACK! TURN BACK!
For those of you unfamiliar with our fair state, I am enclosing an actual map which shows clearly the dangers that await any unfortunate who ventures west of 495.
But my pleas were totally ignored and onward we journeyed.
After some time, we turned off the highway and momma announced "we're here!"
Where? Where are we?
OMD! Just as I feared. Look at what my poor innocent eyes beheld as we drove up what appeared to be a long, twisting, and most forbidding driveway.
The Mastiff Mobile came to a halt and momma asked me if I wanted to come out or wait in the car.
ARE YOU KIDDING??? I am waiting here! And be sure to lock the doors!
Away she went and left me alone and unprotected to shiver and shake and, um, well, kind of take a short nap, but only really a short one...
About 5 days later (Momma - about an hour later and he was asleep almost before I closed the door), I was awakened by the sound of the rear compartment opening.
What could it be? A monster? I dare not look. Make it go away!
Hey, what's this? Why it's Miss Kylie's mom! And she has foodables!
I was so relieved that I gave her a Relentlessly Huge smoochie. I wonder what she is doing way out here in the wild country?
Hey Kylie Mom, simmer down there. I think you are going cracker dog.
Momma got in the mastiff mobile and explained to me that she had gone to visit Miss Kylie herself but had left me behind because both Miss Kylie and I can be kind of shy meeting new dogs.
To prove it, she showed me this totally un -retouched photo on the flashy box. Hey! That is my momma with Miss Kylie. What do you know?
And it seems Kylie is a googly eyed foodable monster just like my idiot brother. Who knew?
Huh? How did my flat self get into Kylie's estate?
And what is he doing investigating her fluffy tail and panty loons?
Sigh, guess I will just have to enjoy snuggling with her loveliness vicariously through my flat self.
I even found that Miss Kylie and I have something else in common....
Mom's who make us do dumb tricks.
Back at my own Mango Estate, I discovered that Momma had been sent home with a pressie for ME from Miss Kylie.
Humph. This is obviously for PeeWee. Little tennis ball fool.
But I got an awesome caterpillar stuffie thing. I love it! So many leggies to rip off one by one. Hehehe. Thank you so much Kylie and family.
Oh my! What have we here? A shameless huzzy photo. Oh baby baby!
With that image locked into my large and loving the ladies brain I retired to the dog cave to dream of.... hiking? Huh?
Mango man! Oh yeah!
P.S. From Momma - So what is the deal with the Rt. 495 force field? Well, when I was a kid, back (gasp) in the sixties growing up just west of Boston, everything between Framingham and Worcester was pretty much just houses, farmland, some stores, whatever. Not a destination. Even Framingham seemed like a long ride, but we went there to visit Shopper's World (the real one, not the fake big box park that is there now) because it was an actual shopping mall which was a rarity in those days. The next biggest thing was the Natick mall, built in 1965, but that only had 25 stores. Sorry for all the local references, but Massachusetts residents will get it. Does this look familiar to anybody?
Anyway, even though all the towns outside 495 have become part of the suburban sprawl and there are tons of housing developments and strip malls and whatnot, I still kind of think of it as the wild country.