I got some fab birthday cards from my pals. Thanks! I love them all. Check out this one from Tula! She and I have a double date (momma - semi private tutoring) at the end of May. I wonder if I should bring flowers and bon bons...
Sunday, May 9th, is the last day to get your entries in for Norwood's Most Excellent PawDance Film Festival. Read the rules by clicking here.
I wasn't going to show you, but I can't wait.
Apologies to my low speed internet pals. Sigh.
First, an exciting action packed chase movie for the action adventure category. The link is here.
And next a quite moving entry in the romance category. Warning! Get your hankies out because it is a total tear jerker. The link is here.
Then there is the question of the Mango Tango.
Now momma and I experienced some serious artistic differences regarding appropriate choreography from the beginning. I found her choices far too sedate for an athletic guy such as myself, but I finally capitulated and we were working together quite well.
Then, on the day of our recording session, she suddenly pulled these dumb costumes out!
Are you kidding me? I did NOT agree to dress like a fool for my big dancing with the stars debut.
Here I am considering whether to even dance at all whilst momma continues her whirling about and doing her tippy tappy.
During a merciful pause in the music we both contemplated our next move.
Momma is no match for the Mango! When she asked for a sit in the middle of my amazing dancing I just said NO and executed a most marvelous and definitely in the dance move book leap through the air. Now THAT's entertainment.
And THIS is what I think about you using stern voice on me and trying to get me to do a stupid slow motion tango in a ridiculous outfit (I would have preferred a nekked tango myself, but of course momma was not up for that).
It looks like she is hugging me here, but don't be fooled. She was trying to choke me to death I swear! And what's up with the Bob Fosse feet?
To make matters worse, Master offered to be my cinematographer so as to capture my dancing prowess more effectively. Little did I know that he went to the Blair Witch Project school of movie making.
So without further ado, you can watch the result of our reluctant collaboration here.
Hey! What's up with momma having her iPod stuck in her ears? No doubt listening to her stupid Abba music. Hello? The seventies were about five hundred years ago you old hen.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!