BOY SCOUT HANDBOOK

Compared to the other blogs I read, What About Bob? is a Boy Scout Handbook. It's sooooo tame and soooo boring. Other blogs have like 500,000 visitors a day. HNT pictures, racy posts, and good looking ladies - that brings 'em in.

To kick this blog up a notch I could write about lots of juicy stuff. It would get me no where but the doghouse. The wife frowns on any secret I share. But for starters I could write:

She: "I'd like a date."

Me: "Funny you say that. I've been wanting to date for a long time but didn't think you'd let me."

I already make up more than enough stuff for this blog without making up any more.

As for pictures the only ones I can come up with are of kids, dogs and vegetables. HNT stuff is out of the question because of who I am and what I do.

My dogs are cute. The grandchild even cuter. The wife? She never takes a bad picture. When it comes to pictures of yours truly the best I can do is put cheese in my mouth and hope for the best. I could stick with just saying "cheese" for the camera - but me, I gotta always be different. Being Bob is always wanting to be different and strange.

What's 16 years in cat years? Fluffy and her sister Coco came to us the summer of 1991. Coco disappeared one dark night 7 years ago. We're thinking coyote as otherwise Coco would have definitely made back to us that night. She was such a great cat. She'd climb on the back of my chair and groom my head of hair. That was always interesting.

Despite her age, Fluffy is quite agile, eats like a horse and pretends she's a dog.

Here the dogs scooted under a bench to get out of the July Cow Town sun while I waited for the wife to come back with Starbucks drinks.

And that's how I'll end this boring entry. Are you still awake?

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