Monday, September 21, 2009

Channeling Elvis

I'm sitting in the den right now watching my dog who's lying on his back, asleep on the sofa.  His back legs are quivering and I swear that I saw his lip curl up on one side.  I'm pretty sure that he's channeling Elvis.  In fact, the more I watch, the more it seems to me that he's specifically channeling Elvis singing "All Shook-Up".  I know what you're thinking:  "That guy is crazy!  If that dog's channeling anything, it's probably "Ain't Nothin' but a Hound Dog."  That could be true but it looks more like "All Shook-Up" to me.

The calendar that hangs on the wall of my kitchen has a saying on it this month that reads, "There's only one smartest dog in the world, and every boy has it."  That's me.  I have the smartest dog in the world.  Oh, he doesn't flaunt it like a lot of those other dogs.  He doesn't catch frisbees in mid-air or answer math questions by tapping his paw.  He's more the intellectual type who might smoke a pipe, sip brandy and wear a beret, if he were a human.  He's a dog of few words who spends a great deal of time thinking . . . at least, that's what I think he's doing.

Occasionally, he let's loose and sings back-up to our other dog, Lizzie when she takes-off on one of her howling tirades but mostly he just ponders the deep questions of the universe like:
  • Why did God make fleas? 
  • Are cats the other "white meat"?
  • Why are the handles placed up so high on the refrigerator? 
I'm sorry that you couldn't have the one smartest dog in the world but if it had to be only one of us, I'm glad it was me.

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