Sing Through Me, Muse, A Song Of Fluff...

I received an interesting request via e-mail from someone I know the other day. Apparantly, the sender is assembling a potential collection involving pictures of dogs and the songs created for them by their owner. If successful, this will possibly turn into a book of some sort.

Quite honestly, I wasn't sure if I wanted to participate in the project or not. After all, my Katy's been gone for five months now. I personally do not currently own another dog to sing about, though I supposed I could craft a ballad or two about teh Kate and the other dogs I've been with through the years.

So, let's start at the top:

Katy I

She's my golden retriever
Yes, my golden retriever
And I love to see you every day.

Oh, my golden retriever,
Yes, my golden retriever
You eat my steak, you'll pay.

Katy II

Fluffy tail and big ol' feet
Loves the water and uncooked meat
Fetches objects, leaves fur on my car seat
With the Kate, my day's totally complete.

Oh, yeah, she's my Katydid.
Oh, yeah, she's my Katydid.
And she'll make your Chiuahua into mince meat.

Heart of gold, fur colour matching
Soft ears, she is a scratching
Mischief is what this dog is hatching
My furniture now needs patching.

Oh, yeah, she's my Katydid.
Oh, yeah, she's my Katydid.
And she'll make your Terrier into milk's meat.

*drum solo*

Floating down the river of blue
Chasing squirrels to make a stew
Greatest dogs they might be few
Katy's one, but what else is new?

Oh, yeah, she's my Katydid.
Oh, yeah, she's my Katydid.
And she'll make your beagle into potted meat.

Lisa

Lisa is so frisky
So hyperactive and frisky

Frisky, frisky, frisky, frisky, frisky
Frisky, frisky, frisky, frisky, frisky.

Lisa chases shadows and reflections
I have a flashlight, will she make the connections.
She'll chase and bark and bark and chase
She's a nutty kid and that's my case.

Oh, Lisa is so frisky
So hyperactive and frisky

Frisky, frisky, frisky, frisky, frisky
Frisky, frisky, frisky, frisky, frisky.

Lisa is so frisky
So hyperactive and frisky

Frisky, frisky, frisky, frisky, frisky
Frisky, frisky, frisky, frisky, frisky.

Oh, yeah!

Heidi

Weiner dog, oh weiner dog.
You are so short and rotund.
Oh weiner dog, oh weiner dog,
You are so much like a hot dog.

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Yep, truly classics, aren't they? At least be thankful that I wasn't including mp3's of my actual howling of these masterpieces...