I had a big adventure yesterday in which I rode in the mastiff mobile for over half an hour to the wild country out west of Rt. 495 to visit a special vet.
Now, just to remind you, I have had a bad boo boo for a week now. At first I thought it was my foot, then my ankle, then my knee, and then, oh who knows. It was owie, OK?
So this vet, he was really fresh and he was grabbing and poking and touching me with great intensity. Yuh, kneading me like bread dough and make me stretch my leggies out all the way and then bend them like I was a yogi or something. I wasn't bothered much. I had a nice comfy bed to recline on. See?
Then he brought out some sort of mini jack hammer and started pounding on my back. He said it was Cairo Crack It. Humph. Never heard of such a thing.
Now momma was not really making a love connection with this dude. She says he didn't say much and she was not even sure she liked him and that is why there aren't any pictures. But guess what? Yesterday afternoon we went out to wander the estate and I asked her to get the tennis balls and I was running and jumping and feeling like a total new doggie! That's right! Super Mango is back!
And I am going to skool tonight you can count on it.
Oh yeah, I got on the scale at the weird vet and only weighed 200 pounds. I KNEW I was starving.
Anyway, I made a movie of my funballs play time. It is kind of long because Momma wanted to make sure I had lots of good footage to show off to the new vet. I was a little sore after my workout, but the vet said I should do several short exercises during the day, so that's my plan.
Watch my movie here.
In other news, momma went to some sort of DOH craft fun fest workshop on Sunday. She is not prone to doing the crafty things, but she always admires them. I couldn't believe what she made! Not bad for a first try. I let her hang it in the dog cave.
And finally, it appears that cracker dog Loki has offered his services to assist me in avoiding future incidents regarding labrathugs. I'm not certain that I really want him on the team. Sure he can scare away just about any doggie, but he is kind of, well, psycho. And I mean that in the nicest way.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. I got this nice award from my buddy Levi Mac.
Since I haven't done this in a while, I thought I would share ten things about my large and endlessly fascinating self. Here goes...
- I LOVE to retrieve tennis balls. Yes, friends, I am the one and only retrieving mastiff and I get very excited wiggly when I see tennis balls. In fact momma hides them when we are not playing lest I consume one in my excitement.
- When I was a baby I got really bad sickies that made me grow warts on my tender feet and my immune system went away and I was scared I would cross over the Rainbow Bridge but now I am all better.
- I am not allowed in the sleepy room with Momma and Master. Boo hoo.
- I LOVE the ladies. Yup, that's right. I will hump any gal that visits. Young, old, intact, spayed, who cares?
- I never ever destroy my stuffies. I enjoy them for many months.
- I like everything to be the way it should be all the time. I don't like change at all and get very nervous even if the furnitures are moved around.
- I love to sit on momma's lap. Sure, all I can manage is my bottom which weighs about 100 pounds and I look rather foolish, but who cares?
- Sometimes I am afraid of the Pea. Hey, who wouldn't be? I mean he is only a third of my size but sometimes he growls at me which means he must be insane, right? And one should always keep a distance from a cracker dog.
- I don't like little humans. There, I said it. They move about strangely, smell funny, and make weird sounds. Don't like 'em. Never have, never will.
- I consider cuddling an actual activity. It is good for the cuddler and the cuddlee.
Now I am supposed to give this to 15 pals, but that is so many, so I will just pass it to a couple, OK?
El'bow my full sized mastiff pal.
Thor my other full sized mastiff pal.