I know, I know, it is Thursday, but I am going to pretend that it is still Wednesday because the alternative would be that these things are starting to happen every day which would be more than the Mango can bear.
This post has the word Poo in it many times, so you can imagine the subject matter and if you are squeamish, then turn back, OK?
Whilst momma is most vigilant about collecting and disposing of my poo on a daily basis, I was alarmed to discover that she is far less fastidious regarding her own, ahem, deposits, and those of the master.
No, friends, she collects the poo in large underground containers and then every year the big poop truck arrives to take it away.
Yup, that's right, just stick that hose down the hole and away we go...
Ruh roh. Appears the poop truck had a little accident itself. Spilled whatchyacall hydraulic fluids all over my driveway.
They had to call in a backup poop truck.
No worries, whilst the driver waited Master showed off the front porch (which is almost done, I swear). We like this driver guy because he has been visiting our house like forever and is the same age as momma and master and they always like to chit chat. In fact, if he had to be stranded, my estate was a good place for it to happen.
The backup arrived and pumped out the poo and a tow truck of relentlessly huge proportions took away the sick truck.
Listen, as long as we are on the topic, here is something I never showed you before... guess what it is?
Did you guess Mt. Mango Poo in the back yard? Hehehe. Made ya look!
After the poop truck goes away I always need to reassert my Mango-ness on the top of the poo bunker.
Now you thought you already had your WTF moment, right? WRONG! Here it comes...
They pumped out 1000 gallons, you heard me, 1000 gallons of poo from right under my estate! I am living on a toxic waste site I tell you. Don't be surprised if I sprout a third, oh, em, FIFTH leg or something. Yuh! Call the EPA!
OK, so maybe that wasn't WTF enough for you. How about momma supervising the whole thing and making an actual movie! Fast forward to the 1:30 mark to hear how loopy momma has gotten on her vacation. Maybe work isn't such a bad place for her after all...
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. Something is definitely up in the dog cave and I am concerned that momma is attempting home improvements.
Now she has about as much patience for that as PeeWee has for waiting his turn at agilities. Yuh, like two seconds after she started scraping wall paper she was already crying.
Plus I saw a suspicious looking thing on the desk with words like "Inspired Lilac" and "Wisteria" on it. That can't be good.
Help! Let me in! Don't change my dog cave!