To say that momma and I are experiencing artistic difference about MY dog dance would be like saying The Mango only slobbers a little. Know what I mean?
Because she is all like, "Oh, Mango, we have to work on your heeling and sitting and get it to be a bit tighter?"
Tighter? I am an ARTIST! The Mango does not march about like some robot dog, the Mango DANCES.
Yuh, here you see me expressing myself during what was supposed to just be boring heeling. Come on, wouldn't you rather see this?
And then I threw in this move that I totally made up myself. Momma says, "Now Mango, you lay still and I will step over you and it will be very exciting."
Hello? The Mango laying about like a 230 pound sack of potatos is NOT exciting.
Now THIS is exciting!
Yuh, she was surprised for sure but said that we could not use that move in my routine because I was too unpredictable.
Listen to the music, woman! The music makes it happen. Predictable! Bah!
Here is a short video of us working on all that boring heeling crap.
Oh and then she hands Master the camera and says, "Please take a photo of us to send to Miss Honey."
I thought she meant her and ME, but NOOOOO, idiot PeeWee had to be there too because he is alleged to be working on a dance as well but near as I can tell he is just working on flinging his labraself around all spastic while momma frets and tries to look graceful.
Uh oh, PeeWee is in the death grip. Hehehe.
This was the best we could do for a family portrait. I was trying to look regal. How'd I do? I think Pea must have spotted a tasty rock. Nom, nom, nom, doofus head.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. There is an update on the foster house blog here. After looking at those photos, I am wondering if Master and the boys are really spending their days eating the dunkin donuts and discussing Red Sox because the Mango does not see much progress. Master assures me much has been done. OK, whatever.