I am going to tell you about what has to have been one of the biggest adventures of my entire mastiff life.
Momma took me to this place for physical therapies!
The Mango was unsure what to expect, but, hey, I am always up for funballs, right?
Well, when we got there, the very first thing that happened was this nice lady called Dr. Starr sat down and had a long chat with me all about my most favorite topic ever..... ME!
At first I thought maybe I was getting the mentals therapies, if you know what I mean, because for our interview she had me lay on a soft couch. But she only wanted to know about my sore bottom and digestions and whatnot.
Then she said, "OK, Mango, why don't you just wander around and get the feel of the place."
And so I explored with great vigor every nook and cranny in her offices.
Then, I discovered a room with a big purple box in it. "What is this?" says I.
Dr. Starr came over and said, "Mango, I will give you some noms if you put your large and totally adorable self inside that box. Yuh, I will for sure."
What would you do?
Given how starved I am due to my D-I-E-T, I went for those noms with reckless abandon and before I knew it I was like totally INSIDE the box!
Then I got out of the box.
We did that for a while. No problem.
Mango in the box. Mango out of the box.
Dr. Starr takes off for a while and when she comes back she has on short pants and nekked feet like it was suddenly summer or something. Wow! How weird is that?
Then she gets right in the box with me and I'm all like, "Hey! Dr. Starr! It is kind of crowded in here, don't you think?"
Now things got a bit confusing for the Mango at this point, because one minute I am just kind of hanging out and getting noms and putting the love on and the next thing I know I am underwater! Seriously!
And Dr. Starr is trying to make me play tennis ball as if I were some idiot labradoink or something.
Check this out.
So I kind of hung out there for a while. I figured, "why not?" There was a steady flow of cheerios and livers and other good stuff and the water felt kind of good.
I turned around a few times and momma is all "he is exercising just turning around!"
Not sure what she meant by that, but I will admit that moving my leggies in all that water was a bit of an effort.
Then the water just disappeared into thin air and helper lady says, "Time for your rub down."
Oh yeah, I am so there.
But my adventure was not over yet.
That Dr. Starr lady told me that now that I was all warmed up I should show her my exercises.
She made me get on a little stool just like momma does only Dr. Starr told me I was cheating and not putting my weight on my large yet curiously fragile bottom. So she picked up one of my front leggies and it did make me feel a bit tipsy, but I persevered.
Oh ladies! Are you not feeling breathless from the sight of my large and already looking more muscular southern regions?
To top it all off, I got a nice massage. This is the life. I didn't want to ever leave!
I made a movie of my encounter with the big purple box. You can watch it below or here.
Momma said that I have to wait a whole week before I go back again. I will be counting the days.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. From Momma
I was so happy to see how calmly Mango got into the box and how he was totally relaxed even when it filled with water. Dr. Starr and I are both anxious to find out if the treadmill will accommodate his stride. Next week we will try turning it on and hope for the best. A very positive experience for both of us.