Last week I was out enjoying my perambulations as is my wont and when we arrived back at the estate, momma noticed that she still had some tasty chicken left in her pouch. Nommy!
Given that I had shown stellar behavior on my all too brief walk, apparently she had not seen fit to pump her entire stash of tidbits into my mouth. That, I suppose, as well as the fact that she has been forcing me to (gasp) jog the last part of my walk which is not an activity conducive to consuming foodables regardless of their quality.
I thought that she should dump the bag into my waiting maw, but she insisted on doing something called "leave it" exercises to whit throwing chicken morsels on the ground and expecting me to ignore them for about 5,764,987 seconds.
Well, being a bit spent from my vigorous activities I was frankly too fatigued to arise from a seated posture, even for chicken and apparently excelled at this particular "activity."
So much so that she ran into the house to fetch the flashie beast and record my non movement.
Her absence provided me ample opportunity to restore my large and surprisingly athletic self and by the time she returned, let's just say, I was no longer in the mood to hold still and passively watch chicken bits fall from the sky.
Here you see the tempting treat.
And here you see me rising from my sit in a most stealthy manner...
Now momma has read many books on training doggies and attended oodles of classes and she KNOWS that one of the most important rules is to never repeat a command. NEVER NEVER NEVER! Right? Because if you want me to sit, just say sit, not SITSITSIT. And if I happen to get up, you don't make throaty vowel sounds (ah ah ah) but just return me quietly back to my original position.
Seems somebody forgot all of this because I was peppered with SIT-LEAVE-IT-AHAHAH which, frankly, was a bit confusing.
That, combined with the ever present chicken morsels resulted in, well, how to put it delicately... a rather unfortunate sit with eager licking of chops and (gasp) LIPSTICK (you know what I'm talking about).
Hey! It's all Mango, it's all good, right?
Fortunately, the entire incident was captured on video so that you can see how confusing life can sometimes be for me. Watch the movie here.
In other news, PeeWee is encroaching on my territory again (and momma is thinking about a new carpet for my Barbie Dream House Dog Cave). Sob! My manly braided rug is the only thing left that isn't purple and girly.
Don't forget to cast your votes this week in my I Wanna Be Like Mango contest. See the sidebar and my Sunday, September 26th post for details. And speaking of that, my good friend, Tula, from skool posted a late entry and I could not include her, but I thought you might enjoy reading her post here. Hubba hubba. She is ALL Tula!
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. Thanks to all the helpful tips that came in regarding my nephew, Oliver's itchy problems. I think he is scheduled for blood work soon. Hope he can get some relief.