First I want to apologize to an alert reader (you know who you are) who sent me a most awesome WTF Wednesday, but due to momma being LAZY I have been unable to post about it, but I haven't forgotten! She keeps babbling about needing to use the PhotoShops to make it a true WTF experience. Whatever.
Now for my lead story. On Saturday, I was hanging out in the dog cave with Momma when all of a sudden there is a boxer dog there, out of nowhere! I kid you not! It seems that my human brother was in the basement talking with Master and he is dog sitting the wee beast and brought him over and just let him loose on MY estate.
WTF? Like you just bring this dude over and let him go tromping around in Mango land?
To be honest, Dexter, Momma, and I were so taken aback that by the time she had the flashy beast in hand we were to the kitchen.
I suggested we go out in the yard for a bit of bitey action. At first he was shy to leave the observation deck, but I told him it would be OK.
Check it out! He was even smaller than PeeWee! To be honest, I thought the kid could have used a good meal because I could see his ribs. My brother said he is a rescue doggie that belongs to some other human.
So for the next many minutes there was happy fun times dog party. Hey! The Mango is a fun loving guy who enjoys a good romp as much as the next dog.
Yuh, momma even had the presence of mind to make a short movie.
But then, things took a turn for the worse. First the interloper starts peeing all over the place. As if this was his estate. You can see that I am not pleased by this turn of events.
But here comes your WTF moment. Long time readers are well aware of the propensity for boxer dogs to want to put their heads in my mouth (except for Miss Maggie of course). I can't explain it. No doubt they talk about it around the campfire and are all double daring each other so when this dude came to my estate, well, he just wouldn't let go and even after I was really tired and just wanted to rest, he was all, "Come on Mango, let me put my head in your mouth, PLEASE!" Until I just couldn't take it anymore and I went all medieval on his little stubby tailed ass. Yes, I showed him what the inside of my mouth looked like for sure and he was none too pleased and then Momma is all grabbing ME and hustling the foolhardy dude into the basement (and I think she might have been less than happy for my brother turning him loose in the house with no warning).
Next up, how about THIS one? I typically enjoy a nice recreational bone on Sundays, but due to momma and master being all off galavanting who knows where, I was deprived my usual masticatory pleasure. Huh?
But it gets worse! On Monday night, momma says, "Oh Mango! You need to have your chewie. And PeeWee too!" No problem, right? Except for PeeWee got to take his chewie into the dog cave (and if I am not mistaken enjoy it upon MY mastiff bed).
And I was forced to take mine... OUTSIDE... IN THE DARK! WTF? Out alone in the yard, in the dark, with just my nommy bone and look at that black space behind me! Anything could have jumped out and attacked me. Boo hoo!
Finally, I bring you the following movie which I think demonstrates conclusively that I, Mango am the smartest dog ever and not a fool headed labradork like idiot PeeWee.
Did you hear his chompers and see that glazed look on his face? WTF?
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. From Momma - I wasn't really mad at Mango for reacting to the boxer. The dog seemingly appeared out of nowhere. I had no idea he was in the house. After a brief playtime, Mango did warn him with stiff body language and a little snarl and grrr.... gosh, I could tell he was done with playtime, but the little boxer came back for more and Mango charged him all AR AR AR and boxer dude seemed to think this was fun and kept trying to engage Mango which was when I grabbed Mango and shooed the boxer into the house.
Also, chews are the one thing about which Mango has NO sense of humor and so the boys need to be separated and supervised during chewie time. If they are both inside, whichever dog is not on the same side of a closed door as I am doesn't settle down. Mango was quite happy for an hour and a half enjoying his chewie in the yard.