“Imitation is the highest form of praise.” – Unknown
Hulloh.
This iz not Knoxvul Progresiv. This iz hiz dawg Sam.
I hav scene how Bob Jonsun’s dawg Rex can blog, end eye wahnt too blaug too.
Eye think awl dawgs shood blawg.
Eye wil tehl yoo abowt mewsic, but nott jass. Eye doo nott like jass.
Thay play the sawng OK at thee stahrt but thenn geht confoosed and stahrt too play thee wrongh nohts and funee cords that cannoht bee rite. And awftin thee sawns go ohn much too lawhng.
Heire iss sum gud mewsic. Eye hav deeleeted his jass jamn too tawk abawt Rock.
I thinck Boo (thee dawg nott the mann) wood agrie that Ledd Zeplinn’s fihnest toon wuz “Black Dawg”:
Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move
Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove.
Oh, oh, child, way you shake that thing
Gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting.
Prymuhl. Buht thay awlsew hav eh soshull conschunse. Layter in thee sawng thay sayh:
Didn’t take too long ‘fore I found out
What people mean by down and out.
Eh refleckshun of thee soshull order under thee Repupblickins eye ahm shore.
Thair ar manee uther guhd clasick rawk sawngs abowt dawgs too:
Thee Beetles hahd a sawng thaht shows thaht eh dawgs lif cann bee difficult:
It’s been a hard day’s night
And I’ve been working like a dog
It’s been a hard day’s night
I should be sleeping like a log
Eye like too sleap ohn thee bed, but Mrs. K.P. sez eye ahm too bigg too sleap theyr awl nite. Shee onlee lets thee little dawg into thee behd; it iz a Jakk Russul Terrorier. Shee likes her bettr than mee, but migh
dahd K.P. likes me bettr. Anyweigh…
Thee Rolling Stohns hadd a 1964 sawng calld “Wahlking the Dawg”:
Walking the dog
I’m just a walking the dog
If you don’t know how to do it
I’ll show you how to walk the dog
C’mon now c’mon
Buht eye dew noht uhnderstahnd why itt is sew hahrd too wahlk a dawg thaht yew wood nead too bee shohn haow too doo it. Awl yoo nead too dew iss ohpen thee dawr and wee can wahlk ourselves ouht too pee. 😉
Eye dew nott like Elviz Prezlee, though. Eye found thee following too bee exploytiv liricks:
You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog
Cryin’ all the time.
You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog
Cryin’ all the time.
Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit
And you ain’t no friend of mine.
Az iff thee onlee reesun eh dawg exists iz too servh him bye caching hym rabbits? Whatt iz thaht abowt?
Itt wood maik mee cry too.
Eye bett hee never gaiv a dawg aniee ov hiz peenutt butter and bananana sandwitchiz eether.
Buht eye have sed enuff fore now. As Aerosmyth putt itt:
The Reason A Dog
Has so many friends
He wags his tail instead of his tongue
Eye whill bee hapee too ansir aniee questions yew havh abowt Knoxvul Progresiv sinsh hee iss bizzy with thee holidaze. Hee nead nehver no. Ore tawlk abowt mewsik. Jusht nott jass.
I cahn tel yoo his naim is Owl. Buht eye cannoht tel yoo his last nahm. I cannoht spell it. It is hahrd. Peepull ofttin say to Owl “Whut kind of naihm iz that?”
I awlsew like moovees. I ahm moore edjookated than peepull think. But I dew noht like books becaws the pajes ar too hahrd too turn wif my paw.
I liked “Lassie” and the “Beethovan” moovees. I thawt I wood like “Dog Day Afternewn” but itt was nott abowt dawgs att awl. 🙁
Just moore exploytayshun and falls advertiesing.
Coorupt Meedeeah.
Must bee runn bye catts.
Happee Hollydaze!
