Planting Time

Puppy and Arya are nestled in their new home, tucked under a nice dark layer of potting soil where they can perform their amazing work of transformation.  It truly is amazing, and I wish that I had the equipment to record that transformation beneath the soil. Isn't it a wonder?

I'm anxious to see them grow. 

I held a service for the passing of Puppy the First.  She will be remembered well for her struggle for life, brief as it was,  She ended her days as she began, in a red Solo™ cup.

The puppies are here!

Puppy brother and sister have arrived.  There were three but one was DOA.  And now that I see two healthy mango seeds of indeterminate gender, I can finally admit that Puppy is way sicker than I have admitted to you or to me.


Okay, the truth is, Puppy died some time ago and has simply been rotting in her red solo cup.  It's high time she was given a proper burial.

I shall plant her siblings and I shall call them Puppy.  Because I don't speak Mango, I can't tell you what their real names are.  We shall call them Puppy and...I don't know.  I have to come up with a good name for the second one.  I'm taking them home to plant in the planter I have waiting for them.  It's a clay pig.  So Puppy and...um... Arya (YES, Arya!!!!!) will share a home for a while.

I like the name Arya.  Arya is one of the great survivors of the Stark clan.  She's tough, smart, and persistant.  I think those are good things for a mango tree in this hostile world, don't you?

Adopting

I've taken the leap.  I've checked pedigrees and put in my request for a couple of mango seed brothers or sisters from a good home in Florida. 

Really.  

I checked them out. 

On Ebay.

I kind of feel horrible buying mango children this way, but Puppy is failing and I fear she needs her own kind to help her make it. 

It's an excellent plan.  And a good mango mother does what it takes for her mango child.  Oh, Puppy.  You must make it!

Seriously? Does No One Want Puppy to Live?

Puppy had a difficult weekend, I fear.  Her water was...well, let me not go into detail, but I have changed it and she is once again swimming in clear clean water.  I fear she is a very sick little Puppy.  I am making strides toward getting her a Puppy brother or sister to keep her company, but it turns out you can't just  walk into the local hardware store and buy a mango seed. 

I just want her to have the company of her own kind, you know?  The world can be cold and cruel when you are all alone.  No wonder she is doing poorly. 

Puppy the Mango must live!  She will.

I think, though, that when Puppy gets a brother or sister, I'm going to give them a nice dirt home.  I fear the hydroponic thing may be the problem.  That and loneliness...

Send your cards, letters and well wishes to: puppythemango at gmail dot com

Puppy Gets A Bath

I don't know if Puppy actually NEEDS a bath, you understand, but she is looking...kind of sad.  I don't know what she SHOULD look like at this point, but it seems clear that things are not quite right in Puppy's world.  I think Puppy needs a sister or a brother.  I think I will work on that this weekend.

In the meantime, I decided to give Puppy a gentle bath.  This is to ensure that there is no stink, fungus or other yuckys getting in the way of Puppy's growth.  Now I think it just stands that Puppy needs the encouragement of another mango growing nearby.

So I shall work on this over the weekend.  Once again, Puppy will be alone with our ghost, so I may have to leave a note for the ghost.

Dear Friendly Ghost:

Please take care of Puppy. She isn't feeling well.  Maybe some encouraging words from you will help.  Thank you for watching over her while I'm away.                                            Puppy's Mother

So, there you have it.  The plan for the weekend....Say, do you remember in Peter Pan, when Tinkerbell is fading and everyone who believes needs to clap???  Maybe that's what we should do here.  But instead of clapping, we can all comment with an encouraging word for Puppy the Mango.  I will make sure she gets all the kind words you can muster, okay?  Comment away!

Puppy Dreams

I wonder what Puppy dreams there in her Solo cup home? Does she dream of sunshine? Of birds nesting in her branches? Does she see herself in full glory, tall and beautiful, uncurling her luscious leaves underneath a bright blue sky? Does she dream of flowering? Of bees buzzing about? Does she blush at thoughts of pollination? Does she long to be fertile and to tenderly carry her golden children to full growth?

As I play some Bonnie Raitt and Norah Jones for her, I hope her dreams are sweet.  I can't wait to meet her.  Hopes she pokes her little head out soon!

Trauma in the Puppy Cup

I'm not gonna lie...yesterday was traumatic for Puppy, and for me. I took the advice of all the mango growing experts on...ask.com (they would never steer you wrong, right?) and removed Puppy's seed from the pit.  Poor Puppy looks so fragile and exposed there, sitting in the water in naught but her birthday suit.  Letting her sleep in today.  Will check on her tomorrow.