Sure, go ahead, call me Bigfoot. That's what everybody around here is calling me and honestly I think it is very immature to make fun of one's infirmities.
Especially since we all know that my foot is hardly the biggest thing on the internets.
But I digress...
The Mango is feeling much improved. Thanks in no small part to all your good wishes (and, of course, the anti bio ticks and swelling reduction medicines). I am perky and eager to get on with life. Sure, I walk kind of funny and still sit out tennis ball action, but I am otherwise fit and vigorous.
Momma, on the other hand, with all her hysterical blue italicized words, could use a tranquilizer dart. If she sticks that thermometer in my ear one more time or wraps that tape measure around my large even for myself foot I think she has some trouble coming. You know it.
I'm a bit worn out from all the attention, as you can imagine.
Oh, and my pee pee tests came back fine. They are spending some more time with my poo. It must be fascinating material. As for whatever vet lady pulled out of my tail bump, we'll have to wait some more for that one too.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. Momma hit the mark all as read button when I was otherwise occupied. Rats.