“Uh… no. I will not be wearing that hat!”
Happy seventh birthday to the Suburban Wundermutt! That’s 49 to you and me. Hopefully an impending mid life crisis can be avoided.

“Uh… no. I will not be wearing that hat!”
Happy seventh birthday to the Suburban Wundermutt! That’s 49 to you and me. Hopefully an impending mid life crisis can be avoided.

All over the country Americans are preparing for the solar eclipse and the Cul-de-sac Jungle is no exception. The Suburban Wundermutt is properly protected and ready to enjoy the astronomical wonder. His keen ability to detect earthquakes before they happen was spot on a few years ago and the eclipse will bring a new challenge. SCIENCE!!

The Suburban Wundermutt is a creature of varying moods. In a moment of quiet contemplation he becomes the 60 pound lapdog. Climbing up onto the chair he eases into a familiar sprawled position, resting comfortably while enjoying the high perch on which to observe the outer reaches of the Cul-de-sac Jungle. These moments of self reflection are necessary to keep him grounded (well not literally) while being humbled by all that he oversees. At any moment a wayward deer or groundhog could come by and upset the delicate balance. Even worse… the US postal service vehicle he covets so much could drive by with its familiar cracked muffler, sending our canine compadre into a frenzy of unbridled angst.
