I glanced at my search terms the other day, and noticed that someone had chanced upon my blog by searching for “Wonder rut”. This leads me to believe that Scooby-Doo is trying to find my posts about my lovable bulldog, Wonderbutt. Either that, or someone is trying to communicate to me (like that Evil Captcha Witch) that Wonderbutt’s unruly behavior is starting to become ho-hum boring. He has been in kind of a rut lately, I must admit. Pretty much every day, when we arrive home, we find some variation on the following theme:
And, as more than one someone pointed out on yesterday’s Science Fair post, how come the dog did not put me out of my misery by eating my daughter’s bread-that-refuses-to-mold experiment? I mean, we even placed it on the kitchen counter, near the edge, and the dog still hasn’t touched it. Don’t tell me he has standards. He eats couch foam, for heaven’s sake!
Anyway, I am starting to get a bit nervous about Wonderbutt’s lack of imagination lately in the demolition department. Without him, this blog is going to quickly lose the smidgen of appeal that it currently possesses. I think the two of us need to have a serious talk…