Day 342
Some days you just have to forget everything and turn up Nat King Cole or Michael Bublé or Adele.
Today was that kind of day.
Nothing wrong … just a day for music. It soothes the savage beast.
And apparently … me. And, apparently Moby.
I, probably unknown to most of my friends, sing to my dogs. My kids know it cuz I’m always doing it. And it’s not regular songs … it’s tidbits of songs and ditties I’ve made up … specially for each animal. What can I say, I’m a song writer.
Mobes is the one I sing to most often … and I want to say she likes it … but I don’t know for sure; she’s never really told me. But I kind of like to think that she’s partial to my singing as she gets very tail waggy and usually goes and grabs a “baby” (one of her many stuffed animals from the basket or the closest one lying about) and carries it around for a bit.
I call her my Wonder Lizard. I have NO idea how that started … or when that started. We’ve had her for 6 years now – our rescue lab from some guy up in the mountains who was using her as a breeder bitch. She mothered 30 babies for him before he was “done” with her. When I saw the ad in the paper, I pulled Sam out of school and the three of us (she, Tim and I) drove up for a “look” at this dog.
Before we could even say whether or not we’d take her she was in our van – all ready to go. I guess you can say she adopted us before we adopted her.
Tim was less than enthusiastic about another animal … but I think before we even got home he and the dog bonded and were soul-mates. He kissed her last when he left in the morning and first when he got home.
I think she grieved more than I did when Tim died.
Her name was Silver Snow when we got her, but that didn’t quite fit … and the day I found her in the backyard pond, in 40 degree weather, with the goldfish marooned on her back, only her head and tail out of the water (tail thumping wildly on the rocks), making soft woo-wooing noises – just like a whale … her name changed to Moby … as in The Great White Whale. It seemed to fit.
And I think it was shortly after that we discovered she liked being sung to. She’s a musical one. Always liked when Ted played the piano. Comes up to sleep next to me when I have Pandora on.
In any case I sing to her when she’s awake or sleeping (and even if she’s sleeping – she wags her tail!) … Mobius the Wonder Lizard … Wonder Lizard and Friends. She has friends who are lizards, she has friends who are not lizards … and they all love her … because she is sweet and lovely … and then I add in whatever else I want to at the time … something about breakfast or that she is a big bad wolf or that she doesn’t really know any lizards, etc.
Yes, I am a songwriter. However, I didn’t say I was a good songwriter!
Anyway, I sing … to the dogs … mostly Mobes. And though I call it music (barely) I don’t think Adele or Nat or Michael have anything to worry about from me.