I am sorry to report that Koi Agatha succumbed to her wounds and has joined Miss Snickers over the Rainbow Bridge.
Before you start reading, get yourself over to El'bow's special birthday blog contest. You only have until his real birthday which is July 27th (whenever that happens in Belgium) to vote for your favorite El'bow greetings. It is great to be sending you to a happy making thing after all the sad news this weekend.
Yesterday I showed you a photo of the muttonheaded doofus face labradork biting my snooter.
There appears to have been a shift in his attitude and let me tell you something...
I, Mango, am so freaking pissed off that it isn't funny. Why? Because it has become increasingly obvious to me that momma likes stupid PeeWee better than she likes the Mango. How do I know this? Well, consider...
On Thursday morning I got no walkies, no playtime, nothing, nadda, but the midget went to daycare. OK, fine, but momma totally PROMISED to do something FUN with me when she got home from the work place.
Now even though it was (finally) raining, I was still up for some mastiff action and I beckoned to her from my Observation Deck.
But would she come out and play? NOOOOOO!
Instead, well, look at the manipulative little devil all sitting in the dry spot. He was crying about how nervous he gets about doing his business in the yard and begging her to oh super please walkie him lest he explode and guess what.... she DID!
And then she and Master took off for parts unknown and left me home alone with his smug labraself.
So next day, Friday, I was delighted when Momma announced that she was staying home from the work place. I mean, that means Mango time, right? WRONG! She spent the WHOLE DAY doing the housework and then at the end of the day she took that annoying pointy headed creature on another walkie. Just him! No me!
She says, "Oh Mango! It is too hot to walkie you, but we can do some target practice to give you some exercise and stimulate your mentals."
Target practice? Are you kidding me? Any of you ever have to do this crap?
Yuh, it is all like, "Mango touch the ball."
Get a cookie...
"Mango, touch the ball" You can see I was getting a bit frustrated here. I AM TOUCHING IT ALREADY! WHEN DO WE WALKIE?
She even made a movie of my alleged exercise which you can watch for yourself here and see how it is no substitute for walkies. No way. Plus could she have possibly chosen more annoying music? That was no Mango melody.
But no, even cute face did not work.
Oh the abuse!
But that isn't the worst, nope, not by a long shot.
Saturday morning is time for Mango to go to skool, right? WRONG! She took the PeeWee to MY skool and used MY time slot to play with him. I mean, WTF? Did I work hard to get into graduate skool so that the stumpy chow hound could spend quality time showing off and getting hot dogs (not to mention the nommy carrots that Norwood always brings for ME).
Then Saturday night it happened again. I kid you not. Momma is all, "I am going to walk Dexter to make sure he is empty because he sometimes doesn't want to do his business in the yard."
Hey lady! You have me confused with somebody else. Who cares if the leg crossing compulsive can't find a place to pee little monster doesn't go potty? WHAT ABOUT MANGO?
But my cries fell on deaf ears and then we were abandonded AGAIN and Momma and Master did not get home until totally the middle of the night. As if!
And just look at this face. Don't think he doesn't know that he is momma's most favorite doggie now ever. Sheesh.
And what of the Mango, the bubba, momma's snuggle pal?
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. Anybody else addicted to the Really Annoying Orange? My idiot momma is and so are the uber geeks she works with. Simple minds, simple minds...
Oh yeah, and Momma wants your opinion. We eat supper around 4:30 and then usual have our potty run and hour later so if she is planning on abandoning us (again) from 4:30 - 8:00 PM should we eat before or after she is gone and not here and not paying attention to ME or loving ME?