Just because the Mango is not as mobile as he once was does NOT mean that I am ready to hand my Big Dog title over to the pointy headed beast.
He thinks because he bounces around like a rubber ball that he can take my place.
For example, the other night I was enjoying my meditations when he attempt to bitey my face off. Seriously?
Thanks to my amazing mastiff reflexes I was able to place my leggie over my soft and not wanting to fall into a labramouth face for protection.
As for YOU, PeeWee, I just have five words...
Be VERY afraid!
Mango Man! Oh yeah!