The Mango is outraged! Read on, my friends, and you will see why.
First thing yesterday morning, I was filled with joy when momma announced that we would be taking the Mastiff Mobile out for a spin. Imagine my horror to discover that stupid PeeWee had already secured a spot in my automobile lounge.
Can you see his little snooter in the window on the right? And lookit how smushed my Mango-ness is.
|What's HE doing in my ride?|
And you know where we went? JAIL! That's right. Momma dumped us in lockdown.
Why, oh, why would she abandon her Baby Bubba?
It was totally like 87 hours later that she finally came back all wanting to take photos of me in jail, but I was having none of it.
|GET ME OUTTA HERE!|
I gave her what for. You know it!
|Drive, woman! Must return to the Mango Estate with haste!|
Now when we arrived back at the estate, things were as I left them.
Except.... there were alarming photos in the flashy. Photos of strange happenings and things most peculiar.
Check out the ladies with umbrellas. Is it raining? NO! And my good pals, Brett and Jake all gawking at them and wearing black outfits that are totally NOT appropriate for boys who do the landscaping and other rough and manly activities.
|Hope those boutonniere's didn't come out of Master's garden.|
And what of this? Aren't those ladies mortified that they all chose the same dress? Why is Master laughing? Is he laughing at the Mango? Locked away in a cold cell listening to a bunch of yapping beasts crying for their momma's?
|Hey! I think I saw that guy on the right conducting at Tanglewood.|
There's Jimmy and Leah parading about. But look! Right behind them is my master with some gal on his arm who is most certainly NOT my momma.
|What the heck? Is it fashion week?|
And finally, the most mystifying photo of all. My momma is wearing some peculiar garment. I hardly recognize her. Where are her slobbery jeans and baseball hat?
The world has gone all topsy turvy, I tell you. So please excuse me while I commit my meditations with extreme ferocity to try and unravel these mysteries.
|I am never getting in the car again.|
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. Momma's mentals are peculiarly drained (well, I think she is just guilty from her abuse of The Mango) so bear with us whilst we are sluggish and negligent of reading and commenting.