The other night I fed the dogs as always. Mambo ate his food and then walked away from his bowl to see if Anna or Samba had gotten something better than he'd gotten. They left their bowls and were standing by his bowl deciding which one of them was going to go first to see if he'd left anything good.
Mambo had been gone for quite a while and I figured he'd gone to the dog room. The pupsters were in their pens, MeMe still finishing her dinner and Marqi already curled on her bed. Samba and Anna were still milling by Mambo's bowl. Chopin was with me on the sofa.
All of a sudden Mambo came flying into the family room with his ears on top of his head, up on his tippy-toes, tail up and singing,
And then he stood there, still as a statue, waiting for everyone to acknowledge his grand entrance. Not one dog did. MeMe continued eating, I don't think Marqi opened an eye. Samba and Anna couldn't be bothered to lift their heads from the bowl, Chopin has no interest in anything Mambo does.
Poor Mambo, his grand entrance fell flat as a pancake. And then, to make matters worse, he decided to go up and cold nose Samba in her private, holy vessel. Whew!!! What a mistake that was! Altho, it did serve the purpose of getting her to notice him. She whipped around so fast, grabbed him by the muzzle and did this neat little head flip thing that sent him right to the ground. I was impressed with her use of physics since she is so much smaller than he is. After he got his tongue lashing from Samba he elected to vacate the premise and call it a night in the dog room.
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