My good friends and fellow full sized doggies, Nanook and Pooka alerted me to the tragic passing of sweet Rosie over the Rainbow Bridge. I am sure her family will miss her very much. She is running free now.
You can read about it here.
And now for some words.
Humans, sigh, what are you going to do with them?
You know sometimes PeeWee gets angry with the Mango and says bad HBO words and it hurts my feelings and then sometimes I say HBO words to him too. But at the end of the day we are still pals. But humans, well, they can have things called grudges which make them very mean inside.
Now I know my momma reads my blog and I suspect some of your humans do too and sometimes we even let our humans post or leave comments. But our jobs as doggies is to protect our humans so I, Mango, always read comments first and if I ever see one that I think will upset momma I delete it before she can see it. And you know what else? Sometimes I read a blog that says something that makes me sad or upset but then I just stop reading and move on. My friend Calhoun wrote about just this sort of thing here. And he even posted a sign for us bloggers to use to show that we are all about keeping our blogs compassionate and about US! DOGS!
You can take this and put it in your sidebar if you want.
And my final comment on that that topic is this...
Never forget that what is said on the internets cannot be unsaid... ever. OK?
Alert reader, Khyra, sent me this photo of an actual product that is quite disturbing.
Yes, friends, yet another substance for sale alleging to be made from my large and not really wanting to be sold at the supermarket self. This one even appears to have life like photos of my nards which I presume are intended to signify the source of the beverage.
Now I don't know how these manufacturers are getting their mitts on my essence, but the proliferation of Mango products would explain how I have shrunk from a robust 230 pounds to an emaciated 200 pounds. Oh when will it end?
Finally, I, Mango, love a good mystery AND poop. Who doesn't? I mean even my momma considers herself quite the poop detective and she has solved many puzzles of disappearing objects through careful examination of my deposits (and of course those of PeeWee the little rock eater).
So what could be more fun than a poop mystery? Not much. Who would have guessed that Sassy, Buddy, and Zack share this interest? Well they do and you can read their latest mystery here.
Of course, no post would be complete without a photo of my large and having thousands of photos of myself, er... self.
Thus I give you a happy making picture from the archives. Look at that little dude sky!
Mango Man! Oh yeah!