It’s a dark day in the Wren household.
Very, very… DARK.
WHAT: My Cell Phone.
I thought the boys were showing me some poor soul’s cell phone that they’d found in the street. I thought a truck had run over this phone and left it to die. I thought, “Ah, how sad for someone. Thank goodness my cell phone is safe, here on the sofa…”
WHERE: The sofa.
HOW: The sofa was soaked in several quarts of bulldog drool and covered with enough bulldog hair to give Vin Diesel a new rug. So. That let off the cats and the standard poodle. This deed was done by none other than… The Mojonator.
BUT…. HOW? His skills are growing at a rapid rate. He’s like one of those radioactive amoebas that take over Manhattan after arrogant scientists let them out of the Petri dish. Perhaps next week I shall be writing about how Mojo opened the oven door, basted the turkey and then ate it all; or maybe about how he took our van in for an oil change, picked up some groceries on the way home, and then ate both the groceries and our van.
BONNIE’S REACTION: Oh, oh, oh, oh….
TIGER’S REACTION: She’s gonna blow!
SQUIRT’S REACTION: Run!
BONNIE: OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH…..
HUBBY’S REACTION: What? Spit it out! Did you leave something on the floor? (panicked) Is the dog okay?
REPLACEMENT COST: $196.