Friends, even as Mango Minster is winding down, that other dog show is starting up. Yup, time once again for the most biased totally not fair dog show of the year. And you can bet I will be watching just to confirm my suspicions once again that the show it rigged for sure.
You can re-read my shocking expose here wherein I have tabulated the results from years past to prove that those Westminster judges are totally terrier biased and anti mastiff. Yuh.
All it takes is one look at the judges table to see why.
I have no doubt that one or more of my nieces and nephews will be entered as my brother Flyod has sired about 8700 litters (score). I am still trying to hunt down their reader's choice polls.
Of course, it is difficult for me to maintain my huffy cloak of outrage after receiving this most sweetest card from the lovely Miss Asta. Smoochies right back at you for sure.
Even though it has been warmer, we are still suffering from the big snow. Good news is that I have recommenced my walkies. Of course the Pea, being a midget, is able to do zoomies on top of the snow whilst I, Mango, remain relegated to the safety of the potty paths.
I am happy to report that given the way he flings his wee little labraself about, there are still the occasional satisfying crashes and tumbles.
And inside the estate, I am still top dog for sure.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. Momma is making me post this labramovie. Whatever.