Three Bobs

Today I went upstairs and found myself mystified, truly MYSTIFIED. I mean, I found not the usual two sponges, the immortal and dearly beloved Spongebobby and his evil twin Bubba Bob, but a third Sponge or Bob or whatever - I am so CONFUSED.

No, here, lo and behold, was a stranger, Redbob. He's kind of cool, really. "He" and I played fetch with him for ten or fifteen minutes, then we switched to the retched Bubba Bob for another couple of throws before I realized my error. Finally, the one true sponge returned to the game.

But I have to say, this new kid, this Redbob, has a nice feel as well as a true bounce. Am I being unfaithful to a true old pal, or is it time for a little variety?

These are big decisions. BIG DECISIONS. Is this what growing up is all about?

I have been advised to consult a new seer, someone called The Pretzel, or Pretzel-Wetzel, or something like that. He looks like a contorted bee. WTF!!

But I don't want to grow up. I am a puppy. I am PERPLEXED.