Slow dog, take it easy...
I happen to think I live in a cute, cozy one bedroom that is decorated really well.
My dog thinks I live in a claustrophobic pit of boredom, with no one else in it except two cats that pretend he doesn't exist.
I walk my dog three times a day, but on the way back from these walks he usually dawdles like he's on his way to the electric chair, sometimes just plain sitting down as though he's declared that here is where he wants to stay.
When he does, I usually sing the theme song I made up for him, set to the tune of "Camptown Races."*I don't want to go inside, doo dah, doo dah
I just want to stay outside, all the live-long day.
I just wanna go out!
I don't wanna go in.
I've tried out and I've tried in and out is better than in.
It amuses me, but clearly Weird Al has nothing to worry about.
*Young people, you do know this song, you just don't think you do.
My dog thinks I live in a claustrophobic pit of boredom, with no one else in it except two cats that pretend he doesn't exist.
I walk my dog three times a day, but on the way back from these walks he usually dawdles like he's on his way to the electric chair, sometimes just plain sitting down as though he's declared that here is where he wants to stay.
When he does, I usually sing the theme song I made up for him, set to the tune of "Camptown Races."*I don't want to go inside, doo dah, doo dah
I just want to stay outside, all the live-long day.
I just wanna go out!
I don't wanna go in.
I've tried out and I've tried in and out is better than in.
It amuses me, but clearly Weird Al has nothing to worry about.
*Young people, you do know this song, you just don't think you do.