To celebrate National Dog Week, my good friend, Twinkie, is having a Show Off Your Tongue Contest. Well, given my distinct lack of victory in all contests I have entered of late, I decided that I absolutely MUST enter and try once again to earn free stuff for my large and hating to be a loser self.
With great vigor, I applied myself to search through my many and varied photos for just the right entry, but you know what? I am such a gentleman that I am not prone to sticking my tongue out like some deranged drooling monster (now my lipstick is another matter indeed, but that isn't what this contest is about).
For example, here is a discrete, but situationally appropriate glimpse of my tongue as I finish my foodables.
Hey! How did this photo get in? Clearly caught in a happy fun times moment when I briefly forget that mastiffs are ever dignified and never silly.
Here is a synchronized tongue flashing photo (you know, with all the appearances of the word "tongue" in this post one has to be concerned about what sort of google search hits will be coming up, but never mind that).
Now, see what I mean? This is just an opportunistic shot when I was trying to cool off my large and easily overheated self, but not really a contest worthy image.
What you do not see here is the idiot midget just out of camera range. I get very sad looking at this because it has my beloved orange monkey which PeeWee humped to death shortly after his arrival at the estate (ruh, roh, monkey and hump in the same sentence, more google search mayhem I suspect).
PeeWee is all pestering me. "I wanna enter! I wanna enter!" Shut up! I'm just including this because I think it makes him look like a dork.
Truth be told, the cracker dog running around for no good reason squirt is always getting puffy face curly tongue hot and quite frankly, I am sick and tired of seeing his big old labratongue sticking out and leaving droplets that could potentially contaminate me.
After much consideration, I have decided on my official contest photos (Twinkie take note).
First, one of PeeWee. Hey! There are plenty more where this came from. Do you see what I have to put up with? Imagine this face being the first thing you see in the morning. Ish!
And, finally, ME! I suspect there might have been cheese in a can involved here, but Twinkie sad that was OK, so enjoy...
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. You know, a lot of the time I, Mango, post about my pals who have sickies or have crossed over the Rainbow Bridge, so I wanted to share a super happy making news item with you today. Miss Lilac is 15 years old! Click here to go and wish her a Happy Birthday.