Who cares if it isn't Wednesday? The Mango is BACK! And he is pig biting mad, let me tell you!
Friends, my dog cave, my sacred space, my den of Mango-ness has been violated to a nair the well.
Alert readers may recall that my cave had heretofore been most tastefully decorated with peeling brown wallpaper, crumbling plaster, and slime encrusted drapes (please ignore idiot cracker dog in this demonstrative photo).
So when Momma declared that she would spend her vacation redecorating I was a bit put off. After all, how could it get any better, any more comfortable, any more, well, brown and cozy. Look! Even a decorative wood paneled wall!
But I agreed to allow my bed to be temporarily relocated to the living room whilst Momma and Master commenced with their tool time labors.
Sadly, my computer became trapped in plastic wrap and unavailable to myself for visiting pals and whatnot. But, OK, I dealt with it, right?
What momma PROMISED me was a three day task soon took more than a week! The extreme duration due in no small part to her insistence on stopping work no later than 1 PM each and every day in order to indulge in a piggy piggy nap after which she was most uninclined to engage in activities beyond reading, watching DVDs, and occasionally providing entertainments for me and PeeWee.
Alright, the Mango can be big about things. I said, "Momma, enjoy your vacation. I trust that you will do a good job on the cave."
So today she FINALLY announced that all was complete and I was invited to view my brand new, made for Mango cave! Oh, how I shook with eagerness.
Imagine, my horror, my abject distaste upon seeing... oh, I can barely look even in digitals... can THIS possibly be MY dog cave?
NO NO NO NO! It is (gasp) purple! It is like Barbie's dream house! Even my bed has been covered with the ghastly color!
And what of my wooden wall? NO! It cannot be! The manly wood paneling is now sporting a color most unbefitting my Mango-ness!
Where am I supposed to sleep? How can I lay my large and not keen for pastels self on that abomination which was formally known as my bed? My bed which is finely formed to the contours of my Mango-ness?
Whilst I must endure this travesty for all enternity, you, dear readers can cleanse you viewing pallets with this brief yet breathtaking movie of me practicing my mastiff agilities.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. After my unexpectedly long absence from blog land, my google reader is quickly approaching the 500 mark! Oh my stars! So many adventures to catch up with. But momma says, "Oh Mango, the rest of the house is a disaster area which I need to clean and of course I am taking Grandma and Grandpa to the mall on Friday and on Saturday you have your graduate school and after all I am still on vacation and should be allowed to nap and goof off and..." Yuh, whatever! I will do what I can to corral the old gal into helping me at least skim through the backlog of news, but you will need to be patient.