My friend Guinness had a most unfortunate encounter with a bad rodent. He is doing OK, but had a really bad night and could use some good vibes. WARNING! The pictures are kind of icky, but there is a happy photo at the bottom where you leave comments.
A most curious and wonderful turn of events today at the Mango Estate.
I was enjoying my morning meditations in the dog cave when I heard the pitter patter of little feet.
Not wanting to disturb my large and sleeping 20 hours per day self, I used my powerful snooter to determine that it was only Pee-Wee approaching.
Much to my amazement, the cone monster had turned into... DEXTER! Yes, friends, it seems that it was never really a monster at all, but just my stupid brother messing with my large yet easily confused brain.
This was a most joyful revelation because it means that I am now free to roam my estate once again without furnitures in the way and that even though Pee-Wee has sprouted a cone, it is actually still him in there. Who knew?
Plus I can't really be too jelly of all the walkies he is getting because he says that the more time he spends heeling, the sooner he will be back in full bitey face, steal my stuffies action!
I was happy that Jarrod and Mickey were back to continue helping Master with my new front porch.
I sure hope they know what they are doing because to be honest it seems to me that they are removing portions of my house which are most necessary to keep out snow and rain.
Mickey took a time out from his most vigorous labors to have a chat with me about tutoring.
He explained that the cone is actually an important part of the process and acts as a communication device. I found this quite interesting and eagerly awaited his continued explanations.
He explained to me how the cone is actually a transmitting device that sends messages to nard gathering aliens who fly overhead and suck your nards out through your eyeballs and...
WAIT JUST A MINUTE! Nard sucking aliens? Come on, does he think the Mango just fell off the cabbage truck? Do I look like a fool?
I went to see what Master was up to and found him making wooden donuts in the barn. Huh? Has everyone gone mad?
I told Mickey that maybe he better stick to the constructions and let the Mango worry himself about more complex topics such as tutoring and what not.
This is almost too much to bear.