Every summer it's the same thing...
I say, "Hey, Master, how about installing a dog door so the Mango can let his large and wanting to go out when he wants self out."
And every year, Master puts this sorry excuse for a dog door up.
You're saying, "Hey! Mango! What's the problem? I can see from this high speed action shot moving so fast you are almost a blur that it is quite convenient for exiting to the Observation Deck."
Heck, even PeeWee figured out how to use it.
Yuh, but try coming in. Back in. I'm here like,
"Hey Master! WTF! I totally am shoving this lame-o doggie door with my large and resembling a battering ram head and it is seriously NOT moving!"
Look at Pea! He scoffs, "Mango! You are just not doing it right."
But he is a FOOL!
He flings his labraself at the dog door making a most annoying crashing sound and still it does not open.
Help! We are trapped outside! Surely this is abuse! Call the animal cops!
What if something bad happened while we were out here?
What if something happened most especially to ME?
I could have a needing to go inside and lay down on my double stack mammoth bed emergency!
And while I have your attention... WTF is up with the deck chairs all lined up like little soldiers anyway? Makes it near impossible to position myself thrillingly close to the edge of the deck. For sure. Gets momma's heart racing to see me lounging out there with one leggie draped carelessly over the edge.
You would think what with Master all strutting around calling himself a Carpenter dude he could get an operational door installed at the estate.
But Nooooo! I bet that stupid project foster whatever house has doors that work. As if!
Mango Man! Oh yeah!