Ruby and Tango

Ruby and Tango
Me 'n' Ruby and of course Tango

Tuesday, 15 March 2011

Tango’s tale

Hi there, Tango speaking  [for a change], I get so fed up seeing Her Mightiness [all 5 ‘ 0” of her] sitting there night after night on the tappity tap machine, spouting out her words of wisdom , well that’s what she calls them, hmmm. , so I’ve decided to have my complaints be heard.

I am so angry with her, I’m over 13 now which in dog years means I am over 90 which makes me older than Her, can you believe it?! I digress, for almost all of that time I have carried a bottle  when I went for a walk, a plastic one of course,  there was always a supply ready and waiting. As soon as I got out of the car one was thrown for me and I proudly carried it for the whole walk, Many people commented on it and asked if I worked as a litter picker for the council, or, did I carry my own water, though on that one ‘she’ always said no it was her Gin and tonic, as she was a secret drinker, she laughed her socks off at her wit [?] and people laughed with her, just to be polite I expect.

Well. lately I’ve been getting a bit careless and when i put it down to investigate some interesting smell, I've forgotten where I put it, She gets so cross, as when she sent me back for it I don’t know where it is. and she has to go back with me. She even got me a bright yellow one so I could see it, but she just can’t seem to understand I can’t help it, I just can’t remember, and I won’t go back too far as she might go on and forget that she’s got me, well she’s not exactly a spring chicken either.

So, she started to just not send me back for it as she said she was fed up with that game, I got so mad, I danced in front of her, and between her feet, I even pulled at her pocket with my teeth, which is sacrilege, but no, she wouldn’t budge. then she stopped letting me have it altogether, OH MY SIRIUS, what am I going to do? Well I gave it a lot of thought for the past couple of days, then came up with a good one, I ate the mouldy bird seed and made myself sick, she had to get up three times in the night to tend me. LOL she was worried I’m glad to say, but the bird seed supply dried up, so I couldn’t be sick any more. But, still no bottle. I hate her sometimes, I’ll have to think of something else to pay her back. Any ideas?


  1. Hi, Tango, it must be exciting walking with Mom. I never get to walk with my Mom. We are so glad you're OK after eating the bad bird seed.
    Kassey, your kitty friend

  2. Good to see a post from you Tango. I didn't know that you could type. Be nice to mom as she has your best interests at heart.

  3. Oh Tango
    I can't believe you are being such an old moody about the plastic bottle mum is so good to you and always puts you first, I think you should apologize and then maybe mum will get you a nice new bottle
    I think you are very cleaver doing this writing thingy


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