Lois

Things are in gloom here at the Bad Dog Ranch.

Last week we said good-bye to our dear old friend, Lois.

We miss sweet Lois.

We will always miss sweet Lois.

Fluffy and George, Eclipsed

When it happens, we're not
supposed to look at it.

It's too bright.

Like the Son.

Pop Culture Frenzy, Round 60

Welcome once again to pop Culture Frenzy.  Let's go directly to our question.

A Colorado couple was rudely awakened one recent early morning by their SUV.  What happened?
Fluffy?

The lunar eclipse set off

the vehicle's alarm?

Hostmaster:  incorrect.

Bryan?

While everybody was distracted

by the eclipse, space alien convicts

 escaped and come to earth.

After crashing their space craft, 

they took the SUV, planning to flee to

the mountains.

Hostmaster:  incorrect.

Molly?

Their dog used the SUV

to chase squirrels?

Hostmaster:  incorrect.

Cyndi?

A homeless person needing

shelter was sleeping in

the SUV?

It's August.  Wouldn't the

homeless person be more comfortable

outside of a stuffy vehicle?

There are lots of bugs in

August, even during a 

lunar eclipse.  

Hostmaster:  Bryan?

Their teenager took the SUV

for a joyride.  His parents awoke to witness

him racing up and down the street 

spinning donuts on the neighbors' lawns.

Hostmaster:  close enough.  Here's what happened.  A bear entered the SUV and managed to get it into neutral.  The vehicle rolled down the driveway, took out a mailbox and a utility box.  Not only was the SUV totaled on the outside, the inside was trashed too.  The culprit was not found at the scene but was identified by a poop sample he left behind.

The bear was probably just trying

 to get away from bugs.

Nah.  Evil space aliens used

the moon's eclipsted rays

to control the bear.

This round is over.

Read about the joyrider here.

I can understand borrowing

an SUV, but pooping in

it is going too far.

Round 60
Fluffy/Molly  29
Bryan/Cyndi   24

Blame it on the...

Sweating like a horse.  August smaugust.

OK.  Take comfort in snap dragons and lemon verbena.

Pretty pretty weeds.  No.  Those are wild flowers.

Feeling better already.

Wait.  Uh oh.

Phooey.  Time to retreat to the nice cool house.

I really should be out there pulling weeds.  Oy.

Move over, Clover.  That couch is calling me.


Blame it on the heat.  Blame it on the sun.  Blame it on the Bossa Nova.