Alert readers know that I, Mango, have commenced walkies after a prolonged absence due to some issues I was having (which are not entirely sorted but much improved). That said, my perambulations are typically 10 - 15 minutes in the proximity of my estate.
Unlike the PeeWee who apparently goes for insanely long walkies of several miles at a brisk pace. In fact the little can't keep four on the floor dude even got a 50 ft. leash to allow him to run all cracker dog about whilst momma proceeds at a more conservative pace.
How's that working out for you squirt? Hehehe.
But I digress...
The other day, momma got it in her head that it would be "fun" for me to go on an extended hike through the woods. I have to admit that things started out quite well.
Check out this brief video. How much fun is that?
Did you catch that heavy breathing? Sounds like Darth Vader walking with me. Ish.
Now the woods are most interesting and full of curious smells and I felt full of vigor as I started out on my journey.
But what began as a funballs excursion, quickly deteriorated into a forced march. Yes, friends, momma made me walk for a full half hour! I tried my best to slow things down by pausing to sniff, but she was determined for me to get some exercise.
Way to ruin a good time, evil witch.
Because frankly, I was afraid I would not have the energy to make it home again. Hey! You try lugging 200+ pounds through the snow and see how far you get.
The Mango is designed for stationary activities such as this! That's what I'm talking about.
Note to self. Approach with caution when the dotty old hen suggests a "fun" "new" activity. Particularly if it is billed as being "good for you."
Mango Man! Oh yeah!