Sunday night, after momma hung those ghastly fruitables curtains in the room formally known as my dog cave, PeeWee started doing the hurka hurka and totally blew chunks three times! After which he passed out on the couch.
At first I was kind of grossed out, but then I got to thinking that perhaps he was on to something, so I, Mango decided to go on a hunger strike until my dog cave was reverted back to it's original manly state (or at least until the 5000 sq. ft. flat screen TV and wet bar were installed).
So, starting on Monday I would NOT eat and let me tell you friends, it sure was a hard thing to do. Momma tried to entice me with all kinds of nommy foodables, but I remained firm in my protest. OK, sure, I sneaked some cheese when we were training, but I absolutely snubbed the five cups of kibbles and whatnot that were presented to me twice daily.
I had, however, underestimated the thickness of the DOH's skull. Rather than go to the negotiation table, she stopped walking me and even took a bag of my poo to the vet! Idiot! I was most concerned as to where such explorations might lead still stinging from a recent and shockingly undignified visit to the vet whereupon my poop shooter was the topic of discussion.
By Wednesday night I was beginning to feel a bit unsubstantial and I decided that it would be OK to eat supper since Master makes that for me and as far as Momma was concerned I was still not eating. Right?
WRONG! Master ratted me out (so much for solidarity among males) and so this morning I threw in the towel and most eagerly consumed my entire breakfast.
The moral of the story is that if your humans piss you off, hunger strikes are not the way to go and if your dog cave suddenly turns into some foo foo Lacie Beast magnet, time to embrace your feminine side.
Did you notice a dearth of pictures in today's post? Yuh, that is because during my hunger strike momma went on some sort of retaliatory flashie beast strike and did not take any photos of me for THREE WHOLE DAYS! As if!
I am reduced to showing you recycled images including this one showing one of my many and varied expressions (which you might want to emulate for my contest).
I call this, Mango Flummoxed.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!