Dog-coup at Shelterdog Blog


Blah blah blah. I'm a sensitive, introspective singer songwriter, singing about my feelings. BLECCCH!

I couldn't stand it anymore, so in the words of that old political dog, General Alexander Haig, I'm in charge, now.

Call it a coup, call me a dog, but I'm a lot more in touch with my feelings than you singer-songwriters.

Feelings are very simple, really. I want to go to the lake. I want to chase the squirrels. I want to chase the chipmunks. I want to smell the rotten log. I don't like the cat. Food is good. I don't like going to the vet. I do like the park. Feelings.

But I have nothing against music, as long as it's good. So, in the spirit of these people who call themselves singer-songwriters, here's one of my own:

I'm a blue yellow lab.
Them blues have got me down
I'm a blue yellow lab
Them blues have got me down
'Cause my low-down "owners"
Won't let me run all over town.

Now that's a song! Who ever said songer-songwriters have to be people, anyway? Probably people, that's who.

So from here on out, this is OUR blog. After all, the people guy called it the "Shelterdog Blog." What did he expect?

Comments

Steinway said…
I found your blog and am joining the fray. I am a yellow Labrador Retriever from Chicago, with a love of music including the blues. Your comments inspired the song, below. (I would also like to post my picture, not just a song, but don't know how to do that!) Please join me in howling riffs of:

The Peanut Butter Bone Blues

Each year when it gets cold and uggy and
My house is tracked with snow and muddy,
My people go south to leave me home alone
Except for a sitter, they are all gone.
With no mom or dad to give me a huggy
I get the peanut butter bone blues.

Slurp, slurp, slurp.

When she is home
My mom puts peanut butter inside the cracks of my rawhide bones.
Each night when she returns
That is my delicious, tail-wagging right as I have learned.
But when she is away, there is no peanut butter bone to play
With, and I get the peanut butter bone blues.

Slurp, slurp, slurp.