I have this thing I do each night. Since days can get so hectic and there is not always dedicated time to sit and focus on the dogs, each night before bed I sit on the floor with them. Melvin will snuggle up next to me and Jake climbs on my lap and flips over backwards (I’ll get video for you, he’s like a dog baby). I pet them and, nerdily enough, sing ‘their’ songs to them. It’s clear I’ll never be a songwriter but my audience does not even understand the human words I’m saying so to them, I’m a Grammy contender.
Max’s song was: Maximilian, Maximilian, you’re my handsome, handsome boy. Maximilian, Maximilian, oh you bring me so much joy.
(Stop laughing, Max’s was my first song attempt, they get better!).
Melvin’s song is: Oh Melvin, into my life you came. Oh Melvin, no day is ever the same. Oh Melvin, Max is our angel up above, Oh Melvin, to you I give my love.
(See, I improved! And PS. That song is where the blog name comes from.).
Then it came time to give Jake a song. I tried so hard to be loving, to be thoughtful. I mean for God’s sake, these are lullabies. But the song in my head was always the same… I’m a little Frenchie, short and stout, here are my meatballs, here is my pee.
Not all songs rhyme.