Showing posts with label mangominister. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mangominister. Show all posts

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Mangominister - the Drama Continues

Dozer's Mum here: Not content to eat rat poison last Saturday, this Saturday Dozer ate almost a pound of almonds flavored by wasabi mustard. (Yes, that hot little green mustard that garnishes sushi). Made by a well known American almond company I checked the bag and it had no definitive warnings aimed towards dogs. Called the veterinarian, who after their eyes stopped rolling, said she did not think Dozer would be in danger from consuming so many almonds. The vet suggested I call the Poison Control Line and not tell them it was a dog, just a person that weighs 34 pounds. Of course I told them the truth, I had a 34 pound wayward corgi had consumed almost a pound of almonds. The folks at Poison Control stated that the almonds would act like fiber so just stand back and all would be well.

Cooper remains nonplussed about the entire situation.

We did receive the following, again from the Judicial Branch of Mangominister...

Jed and Abby in MerryLand has left a new comment on your post "Unwanted Attention from the Judicial Committee":

Someone's been watching CSI; latex gloves, indeed. We did read the earlier post in which your mom clearly set out the circumstances of Dozer's Unfortunate Event [happily, not a Series of Unfortunate Events], so we know Cooper was not guilty of trying to poison his brother. He merely tried to make use of the event, although whether he intended to benefit himself or his brother in the Mango Minster competition is not quite clear. And while Abby does have a sense of humor, Cooper, we assure you The Law does not. We understand from a private communication from your staff that the problem is being dealt with medically, which demonstrates discretion and contrition. We wish you well, Cooper, in your recovery. Dozer, too.

Jed & Abby, L.B.E., Official Guardian of Judicial Ethics for Mango Minster 2011

PeeEss: our verification word was "ecrim." Coincidence? Cooper, are you an e-criminal? 

We continue to feel that Dozer is simply making unwise decisions in his eating choices but that Cooper is reveling in these emergency phone calls and visits to vets. We can only hope Mangominster ends soon before Mum's sanity deteriorates any further.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

MangoMinster Entries Checking In

Mum has been very busy at work and then she took a trip to Seattle to see Dad to celebrate their wedding anniversary. She apparently is not quite so diligent in seeing to our entries in MangoMinster and we will need to remedy this toot suite!

I am committed (figuratively, not literally) to being the top Crackers Dog in the show. I have worked all my short life to be the epitome of what a crackers dog should be.

Cooper, on the other hand, continues to be the diva of the house - I mean really people, who demands to be wrapped in a blanket on top of the bed before retiring? Cooper does.

Cooper's constant posing is really getting old. What about me? Moi?


Look at those eyes people - nothing says crazy and crackers like big, melt-your-heart eyes.

Look, who else but a Crackers Dog would eat a tomato? Hmm, I ask you that!

Mum says it is past our bedtime so we will regroup tomorrow night and I will talk about our bribes to the judges. We have come up with some rather unique items which we feel may sway votes in our direction. Oh who cares, skip Cooper and just let me win!

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Is it time to start? ~ Dozer

Is it time to bribe the judges of Mangominster? Because we are ready here!
 I am going through all our toys to see what would be appropriate to send to the judges.
Apparently some of them are worse for the wear..but they are still delicious!












Cooper is going through our bone collection to see what we can spare.












Except that I had to wake "the diva" up to help me in this endeavor.

Oh heck, this is going to take forever...

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

For Your Consideration - CRACKER Entry/Dozer

Crackers? What exactly does that mean? A little wild? A little out of control? Well if that scares you, then I am your dog. I am Dozer and I define CRACKERS!
 Santa, I told you not to cross my path. I just had to teach the jolly old fellow a lesson but now he knows what CRACKERS means!

 I can hang onto this toy until you agree to another hour of "fetch". You'll never get out of this alive kid until you agree.
 Being CRACKERS means being able to fool the parents into thinking you are adorable when you are really formulating new and wonderful ways to destroy the house.
 The stories of my drug abuse are totally exaggerated. I went to Passages in Malibu, California only to support my friend Brittany Spears. Apparently they mistook me for a patient and the next thing I knew I was in a detox unit and flying on methadone.
 But my time with Brit was good for my work on impersonations. I've got my Elvis act down perfectly now.
 Being CRACKERS means being ready for any party, any time, any where. Time for the Spring Frolic? I'll bee there!
 Christmas? Is there an egg nog bowl? Show me to it!
 How about we play pirates? I have a wading pool and we can play "walk the plank"!
 See, I can look normal...

 ...but eventually the crazies surface again and the next thing you know...
 I'm attacking the hose and tipping over the pool!
CRACKERS? Yeah, maybe. But who else plays fetch as good as I do?

Sunday, January 9, 2011

For Your Consideration - DIVA Entry/Cooper

What is it to be a DIVA? It is a life of work, modeling shoots, meeting one's fans, more photograph dates and of course managing one's image in print and on products. Is it an easy life? No but when one lives in the public arena, one must dedicate themselves to the beautiful life. Let me share my DIVA life with you.
 Yes, I am a male model. To keep myself in the spotlight, I visit my personal groomer monthly for a shampoo, cut and dry session. I use a variety of products depending on my photo shoots for the next week or so.
 Occasionally I will have a little wine to loosen up during a modeling session, but I find it can make my tongue somewhat loopy, so I try and it keep it to a minimum.
 I am not wild about the seasonal modeling jobs but I will wear what the fashion houses dictate. Thank goodness I didn't have to walk the runway in this monstrosity!
 When I first started out I did have some centerfolds taken for a magazine. I have since started litigation to get them back. It was a mistake, let's leave it at that.
 Portrait studies are always intense but I look straight into the lens and let my soul shine through.
 I try and do some public service photos when I am approached. I also try and visit the troops when the USO does their fun shows.
 It is exhausting being on the road, so one grabs shut-eye when one can.
 I always take time to meet with my fans, after all they have made me the DIVA I am today.
 I really enjoy the on-site photo shoots, particularly the beach.
 Note the nice angle to my head - I have a strong profile.
 Of course wearing a blue vest only accentuates my powerful chest, which the ladies love.
 Oh dear, another seasonal picture..
 ..they are so tiresome, it is hard to make some holiday fashions pop. Orange has never really been my color.
 I do, do some paw modeling. My fur can be high maintenance but it is worth it.
 I am politically active and try be on the cutting edge of what is coming out of Washington.
 I do endorse some products, mainly footstuffs and the contracts always stipulate an unlimited supply of the product. For that reason I focus mainly on biscuits.
 After consuming enough of the product I have to take a short nap to digest my endorsements.
Most people think of a DIVA as a bad thing and we can only blame Martha Stewart on that. No, a DIVA is not a bad thing. We are just different. We are beautiful and that makes us special.