Even though momma decided to take yesterday as a total slug day, it seemed only right that I should ROTE given that stupid PeeWee went on his big historical walkie (BORING).
So when I saw her grabbing the keys to the mastiff mobile I offered up my cute face along with a somewhat half hearted high five.
SUCCESS! She said I could go! OH BOY!
But I took one look inside the mastiff mobile....
And I headed for the nearest exit!
LET ME OUT OF HERE!
Why, you ask?
Puppies, please cover you eyes.
Because THIS was in my ride! Oh I cannot bear even to look at its flat photographic self!
Yes, a big scary brown shopping bag, floating eerily in space like it could JUMP OUT AND GET ME at any moment!
What to do? I was in dire straights for sure. How much I wanted to ROTE, but how terrible the thought of forced proximity with the demon canvas bag.
I admit to even crying a little when I was "encouraged" to look at it rather than run away. Oh it was terrible!
Eventually, Momma persuaded me to ever most cautiously enter (don't ask how, but it involved harsh words directed at my large and totally not a big chicken self and a bit of shoving).
But I was sure to keep my distance from the bag which I noted had even moved a bit upon my approach.
But it would all be worth it in the end, right? Because ROTE means car cookies and the promise of that can make one very brave.
To my horror, momma soon stopped the mastiff mobile, and announced, "We're here!"
You made me risk my sanity to go and buy YOURSELF a snackie (do not be fooled by the most promising Pizza sign, she was only there for a sandwich).
As I cowered in my formally most comfortable and now terror filled corner, she told me to be good and wait there and she would be right back.
Wait here for sure, how can I even move?
But there was worse to come.
As we pulled into the driveway of my estate, Momma suddenly screeched the car to a halt and BOLTED out! I recklessly dove for the front seat, temporarily overcoming my fear of the bag and even (gasp) touched it in my quest to squeeze through the the front door.
All for naught.
What could possibly have prompted such erratic behavior, such actual quick movement, on the part of the DOH?
Yes, there were three turkeys in our front yard and she thought it was more important to go chasing after them with the flashy beast than to stay with me.
I suppose I would run away too if I saw a crazy lady with a slime encrusted coat running after me.
Maybe rather than the camera we all would have been better served if she had grabbed the attack canvas bag and used it to round them up and stick them in a pot. Just a thought...
I certainly needed a drink after all of that.
Wish there was something stronger than water in this bowl.
So there you have it. Another exciting day in the life of the Mango.
Now excuse me whilst I retire to the dog cave to recover.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!