One should be able to expect BRAND NEW toys for one's birthday, correct?
Imagine my disappointment when momma produced THIS and claimed it was my birthday present. I mean, come on, that is the 584 year old holy roller with one of stupid PeeWee's miniature tennis balls stuck inside. You call that new?
Yet somehow I was curiously intrigued and found myself bounding joyfully after it when momma tossed it into the yard.
And reluctant to give it back to her even when she asked for it nicely. Yuh, as if she can pull anything out of my large and not letting go jaws.
I did wander off to take care of my business which afforded PeeWee time to investigate. He was clearly confused by the presence of the tennis ball. Here you see him adopting his "throw the tennis ball" posture. But, PeeWee, that is NOT a tennis ball.
In fact it is MY new toy and when I saw him sticking his little black snooter at it I charged with alarming speed.
Hand it over, squirt.
I guess Momma is not such an idiot after all because this has become my brand new most favorite happy making playtime thing ever. Thanks, momma.
Watch the exciting movie by clicking here.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. Some of you have said, "Hey Mango! Give me that livers cake recipe. My mom can bake without endangering herself." Well, I would love to, but my momma is a real stickler for something called Copyright. She says that if authors and musicians and artists and stuff don't get paid for their work then they won't be able to keep creating new things. So all I can offer is the link to the book on Amazon here. Good luck!