A 55-Pound Mango
When I got the email from Chela asking me to pick up a puppy named Mango on my way to work, I figured I'd get to use the cute little dog bed I just bought for $5 at a yard sale. Then I got the next email, which mentioned that this baby weighs 55 pounds.
But what a fabulous, sweet young dog he is! If it weren't for the unfortunate conical plastic fashion faux pas, this boy would have rested his head on my shoulder the entire time.
When I was 18 years old I temped for a very famous fashion designer, then an editor at Vogue. I'm hesitant to give her name. I'm still afraid of her. (Okay, rhymes with "Tang.") I lasted one day. Less than a day. At 4:30pm, when she was through yelling, "I'm going to be fired because of you!" Personnel offered to let me go home early and be reassigned to another magazine the next day. Still, I feel like I know her and should contact her about improving the aesthetics of this thing.
The GPS on my new cell phone works and I found myself driving around saying "thank you" to an appliance. The only glitch came when a driver in a pick-up truck tried to cut us off on the transition from the 5 to the 134. Mango sat up when I muttered (all right, all right, more than muttered) a nasty word, but when I raised my hand to lift a finger, he assumed I was just reaching back to pet him again.
The rest of the trip was uneventful and Mango is now with Laura of labsandbuddies.org, free from the shelter and off to a brighter future.
But what a fabulous, sweet young dog he is! If it weren't for the unfortunate conical plastic fashion faux pas, this boy would have rested his head on my shoulder the entire time.
When I was 18 years old I temped for a very famous fashion designer, then an editor at Vogue. I'm hesitant to give her name. I'm still afraid of her. (Okay, rhymes with "Tang.") I lasted one day. Less than a day. At 4:30pm, when she was through yelling, "I'm going to be fired because of you!" Personnel offered to let me go home early and be reassigned to another magazine the next day. Still, I feel like I know her and should contact her about improving the aesthetics of this thing.
The GPS on my new cell phone works and I found myself driving around saying "thank you" to an appliance. The only glitch came when a driver in a pick-up truck tried to cut us off on the transition from the 5 to the 134. Mango sat up when I muttered (all right, all right, more than muttered) a nasty word, but when I raised my hand to lift a finger, he assumed I was just reaching back to pet him again.
The rest of the trip was uneventful and Mango is now with Laura of labsandbuddies.org, free from the shelter and off to a brighter future.
1 Comments:
Do Zellie and the other guy (can't remember his name) know what you're up to, Mindy?
I think not. ;)
- Peter
P.S. - Jedi says, "Rock on"!
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