Monkey Business

This morning I was really meditating deeply and thinking about MJ and, well, its kind of embarrassing cause my lips got all tangled up. I look like some kind of giant grouper. [Momma - Mango, pal, I don't know what you did to your lips. I'm not even sure what I'm looking at]One thing junior is good for is that due to his frequent toilet habits, Momma is working at home more. So we got to enjoy some dude bonding over a couple of stickies while she worked.Another item on the list of strange human behavior, Momma has been using my monkey stuffie as a centerpiece on the dining table (among other things because I don't think they ever actually eat at the table except to pretend they are civilized when guests come over). Of course, while the monkey is occupied thusly, I cannot enjoy its company.Finally, tonight, I convinced her to return the monkey to me, BUT, because I am a mature and generous chap, I actually let pee-wee meet the monkey first. It was hard, but by shutting my eyes tightly and going to my special place, I was able to rise above the indignity of it.

Don't look! Don't look! Remember, he's just a baby.ENOUGH! Kid can't even play with a stuffie properly. One doesn't throw oneself madly around the house all thrashing and wiggling. Stuffies should be placed in the mouth and methodically squeezed over and over and over and over and.. wait a minute, is he getting ready to do what I think he is?Huh? I don't think so.Cut it out squirtino!AR AR AR!!!!Oops! I think I accidentally bit his head off and Momma tried to stuff him under the bookcase so Master wouldn't find out. He looks like one of those doggie lawn ornaments.Reunited.Mango Man! Oh yeah!

P.S. Amber-Mae, you would be proud of me. I have almost taught Momma how to tell right from left when giving her my footies.

P.P.S. No labradudes were harmed in the making of this blog (in fact, I'm not convinced any labradudes even feel remorse for challenging me for my monkey).