Momma has been going someplace called the Occupational Therapies for her tennis ball El'bow. She thinks it is just endlessly fascinating. Well, how would I know given that I, Mango, do not get to join her on these adventures. However, since she insists on telling me about it ad nauseum, I figured that I would share it with you just to demonstrate what I have to put up with.
Fear not! There is actual Mango stuff towards the end of the post.
So far, she is just sitting around at her therapies whilst some lady does different voodoo magic to encourage the tennis ball El'bow to get better. Most curious, something called the fluidotherapy which is a closed tank full of, I kid you not, corn husks that get heated up and blown around on her arm. Kind of like sand blasting.
Then there is the butter knife torture. Who would even think of something like this? Huh? Humans are so gullible. Yuh, the OT lady puts goop on momma's arm and then spreads it around with a butter knife.
I know! I wouldn't have believed it either without digitals proof.
Sigh, I am forced to show you this rather boring photo of PeeWee running to greet evil leaving Mango at home witch lady at the end of the daycare day. See him all jumping on the rock?
You know, I used to go to daycare too. For sure. Until I got kicked out for an unfortunate incident involving a boxer dog sticking his head in my mouth. NOT MY FAULT!
PeeWee always smells really weird when he gets home at the end of the day. I am keen to learn with whom he consorted.
There are always a ton of curious scents around his rear quarters. I suspect that despite his protestations to the contrary, he is still the butt of some humping action if you catch my drift.
OK, was that boring or what? Well, you haven't seen anything. Momma actually made a movie of all of that and it is five mind numbing minutes long! Huh? You can watch it here. Ignore her funny sounding voice. Apparently there are still cooties causing her nose to be a bit stuffy. I do make an appearance at the end of the movie if you can stand to listen to her drone on during the first few minutes and if you can maintain consciousness whilst watching stupid PeeWee at daycare.
Are you still awake? Speaking of sleep... nice transition... I want to lodge a complaint regarding sleep disturbances. To whit, that a certain human insists of disturbing my evening slumbers to force me to go outside and pee. Why? Just because she is too lazy to get up at 3AM when it is the natural time for a quick trip to the outdoor potty.
This movie is kind of dark (yuh, because it is NIGHT TIME), but I believe you will glean the cruelty of the situation nevertheless. Note that PeeWee keeps his distance throughout. Why? Because when I get grouchy with momma I am clever enough not to bitey her, but I do need to bitey somebody and if PeeWee is handy, he is as good as anything. You will even hear me exclaim an HBO word towards the end of the movie.
In other news, my good pal, Scruffman, got in a bit of trouble for accidentally letting one of his toofers penetrate the fleshy part of his mumsie's thumb. I offered to let him hide out at the estate for a few days while she cooled her jets and we were very busy.
You can read all about it on his bloggy here.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. We are catching up on your posts. I promise. Patience, my friends...