Why I finally let Mango lick my face

4AUG2022; 1600, THU- Washington, DC, USA

Pups, pols, & politicos.

Peaceful Tidings and woe to the Bidens. Now, that's some Alanis Morissette-esque irony; if I may.

The POTUS' addy is 1600 Pennsylvania Ave, NW, DC, USA. I wonder if he'd feel some type of way about a postcard of Mango; one expressing my pup's disdain for even suspected chomos.

Too soon? Back to the life of a puppy parent and away from politics in just a sec.

I just wanna say that it's a bit funny Fraudci was experimenting on beagles with impunity some short time ago. Now there's 4,000 of that breed to pop up out of nowhere; with no real explanation.

How quaint. Keeping my word:

His name is his name.

Mango was adopted when he was very young. He assisted us heavily in recovering from a terribly tumultuous and terrifying 2020.

I believe that we originally, as well as predictably, considered Shadow; Smoke; and Midnight as potential names. I'm so grateful that we didn't follow thru tho; for a myriad of reasons.

I don't remember his younger brother's name quite this moment; oddly enough. I do know that they see each other from time to time; however.

Also, we check up on the runt of the litter every so often when we know play dates are an in feasibility. They're both pictured below after what I believe to be their very first bath.

Almost completely forgot somehow: We occasionally refer to Mango by my childhood nickname; which was "Destructo". I'll let you deduce what the devil went down there; haha.

"The devil made me do it!"

Now ne'er a solid deet nor an accurate timeline of the incident leading up to my aforementioned smooches is clear as day; unfortunately. Thankfully tho, I'm assuredly certain that this was as minor an injury as the Fam's Mr. McGruff could've incurred.

I remember that I unfortunately maintained a smidge of frustration at Mango's incredulously increasing insolence. There's my recollection of us being in the crib alone; and my unique self needing to hit the wash closet right quick just before his all but wholly insignificant reintroduction to a light smarting.

Needless to say, I was nearly immediately awash with remorse. We began the exchange of his kissing my face from roughly that point to a full 90 seconds.

We even started passing out on the couch together around this era in what I pray to be our long lived camaraderie. The rest of the Fam wasn't exactly thrilled about the extra wear and tear on brand new furniture tho.

All dogs go to Heaven.

Speaking of which tho, the thought of (God forbid) us losing Mango any time even remotely soon tears me to pieces. We had to put down our first family pup back in December of 2020.

Worst. Day. Ever.

Especially since we were still recovering, as previously indicated, from covid passings/infections in our inner circles. On top of the tragic losses of the late greats Kobe "Black Mamba" Bryant, and Chadwick "Black Panther" Boseman from earlier that year.

Rest In Power to them two GOATs (Greatest of All Time). While we're on the subject of loss:

Mango's Brotha from another mother.

The Fam briefly had another Fido we were fostering as of my 4/20 (April 20th) Born Day. As fate would have it, we were unable to adopt Solomon/Simba (pictured below).

That's heartbreak for ya. We would workout with each other in the mornings; practice my Spanish; and do a personally developed, daily devotional.

To end on a high note conversely: We made sure that Sol (pronounced Saul) went to an extremely Loving and capable Fam. There was no other option as far as we were concerned.

That's my TedTalk. I'm Nefarious Darrius; and thx for your time.

Peace out.

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