9.07.2008
September 5, 2008
White Dog, though she secretly loves it, thinks it strange that I sing to her. Not just croaking along to tunes on the radio but a capella renditions of songs altered to personalize them for my fluffy Princess. Ever since her first days with us I have sung "I'm being being followed by a White Eskie, White Eskie...Siku Marie is my White Eskie, etc." to the chorus tune of of the old Cat Stevens song "Moonshadow." ...or "She Ain't Heavy She's My Eskie"... "Si- ku Ma-rie, Si-ku Ma-rie dance with me, prance with me" to a Zydeco French Waltz...the Association's ancient hit gets a remake with "Every-one knows it's Si-ku! And Si-ku has stormy eyes that flash at the sound of lies and Siku has feet that fly...across the grass." Usually these are private moments between the two of us but sometimes we include Steve (if White Dog has an upset tummy or if there's a thunderstorm, for example). I tell White Dog that this ritual of ours can't be that unusual...is it?
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The human singing doesn't happen in our household, but sometimes we all howl together. Does that count?
I have to admit that I had a smile on my face for days after reading this post. Mostly because neither S or I can carry a note to save ourselves, yet we love to create our own songs for Prinnie and Digby. I never would have admitted that before this post, so thank you for assuring me that I am not the lone soul in this world that sings to my pups.
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