Ever have a happy fun making blog-able day and then your stupid human keeps delaying sharing it with your pals because, "Oh [insert name here] you have other more important things to write about and I don't want you posting every day because your friends have trouble keeping up and besides, [insert name of annoying sibling here] wants to do a special Wednesday post and blah blah blah blabbity blah blah."
Fi on that! Here is a post that I totally did over a week ago and the DOH has been withholding from my loyal readers!
Can you believe that idiot getting his own giant exercise ball?
Hey, it's not like I am in to exercising or anything, but when he uses it he gets lots of cookies and I can see the whole thing and I can hear momma all with her "good dog Dexter, what a clever lab" crap and, frankly, it stings.
In a feeble attempt to make things up to me, the stingy witch lady brought out yet another new toy which she had been hoarding.
And get this! She let PeeWee have it first. Sure, I was lounging in my yard when she came out and the dorkface was all jumping up and down oh gimmie gimmie gimmie and she actually put it in his mouth and then he went all spazoid. Just look at this!
Now mind you, this new toy made most curious sounds when pressure was applied properly. Sounds which intrigued the Mango.
I let the little guy wear himself out and then told him, "Drop it!"
Ha! Fool! Drop it! Duh! This is why the Mango is not mindful of all that obedience nonsense. You never know when it will be used against you.
Finally, I was able to indulge in a nice stuffie fest. Hey! I even made a movie here.
I think I need to talk to somebody about their video editing techniques. I know there was more action packed footage of my large and most bouncy playful self consorting with the fun times toy. In fact, I even saw that the original movie was twice as long and somebody edited out the thrilling shots of me standing majestically with the toy as well as the spine tingling action of my mighty jaws of doom. Sigh.
Well, in a demonstration of unusual understanding, momma allowed me to actually bring MY new toy inside whereupon I made myself most comfortable.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. When I was engaging in my morning perambulations, I noticed that the Monty Sorry school is accepting enrollments. What do you think? Would they take the Mango? I LOVE skool. If I went here I wouldn't even need a ride, I could walk there myself. I think I will go to the next open house and inquire.