Oh My God! This little fellow is hiding from someone because he can nick in there, no one would find him. His name is Mango-tango. He looks like he is racing. He is a little dog. "Mango-tango come home." Oh Dear, you meet some fools. If you would to get rid of him you would take out all that paper on him. You could hear screeching and jumping around and getting excited. You could hear a lot of things at home, you would get visitors. The dog would tell them to shut up but Therese said that is wrong. He is sticking through a big bag. He will pull it over his head and go to sleep. He is going to take his time to think about, he is told "No Sugar", he took no notice, he had some bananas. Therese said he is a little bugger because he never gets going. Monica would have him like an ordinary dog. We would just leave him and Monica would let him have his own way. He is just sick of all his troubles and the world is against him. He finally finds his niche in the world.
This story was created by Monica, Therese, Seventh and Norma in the Carinya Dementia Unit at St Josephs Hospital.