Afternoon Pops and Humpsters. Went to the store this am while the cleaning lady was here because it makes her nervous when I don disguises and stand behind things and just watch her, takes her twice as long to clean the place.
The trip to the store was uneventful, and I know you are disappointed, however, once I arrived home I noticed something strange. One of the items I purchased at the grocery store, and this is subject of this post and the only one of interest to you so I'll thank you not to ask about the other items, was a mango, a rather large mango. My purpose for this mango was twofold, use half to infuse tequila for Mangoritas and the other half for mango salsa. I took the mango out of the produce bag and noticed something odd about this mango, it has a face. It is a face like an old woman smiling.
Now, I have a dilemma. Go get a another mango and name this one, and I was thinking she looks like a Mildred because she looks a little like Joan Crawford in the movie Mildred Pierce only older, much older. However, mangoes don't last long, even in the fridge and I couldn't have a conversation with her in there unless I climb in and what kind of example am I setting for my grandchildren when I tell them to not climb in refrigerators? I leave her out and she'll waste away before my very eyes. I am coming to terms with this, fruit euthanasia may be the only answer.
But I would like to have someone to talk to besides the dogs. To be truthful, as a much as I love them, I am getting tired of their judgmental attitude and disapproving looks. Sometimes, I regret following the advice of my vet, never lie to your dogs. I thought they would be more understanding but that "tch tch" and shaking their heads and the sideways glances at each other is getting old. I prefer that they go back to the shrugs.