Something is not right at the Mango Estate.
Yesterday, my pal Jimmy and his boy, Jake, came over. OK, so that happens a lot and I am all about meeting and greeting my human pals. You know it.
But then Momma and Master and Jimmy and Jake were like totally outside all day long whilst the Mango was on lock down and they were doing most peculiar things.
For example, setting up tents.
WTF? Is the circus coming?
No sooner did everybody sit down then this truck shows up.
Now Momma says there will be a big wedding party at MY estate today. A party to which I, Mango, am NOT invited. Seriously?
Ach! Look at idiot Pea. All worn out from being a labradoink no doubt.
Me? I've got my eye on the nommy peaches and nectarines that momma picked from our back yard yesterday morning.
Uh oh, gotta go. Momma says Pea and I are headed to camp for the day. Does that sound right to you?
Mango Man! Oh yeah!