I haven't started to do my "research" for my "radio show" yet but I suspect there are a million or so different "dances" that will go beyond what the theme this week covers. Beyond, you know, "Do The Twist," "Do The Tighten Up," "Do The Dog," etc. It makes me want to do make songs up for dances that don't really exist: "Do The Ted Danson." "Do The Colonoscopy." "Do The Charming Junkie."
But a dog - tagless & friendly - interrupted while we were walking which we brought home & now it's hiding in our backyard. I've put an ad on Craigslist & I wandered the neighborhood looking for anyone calling out a dog's name, but it's too late to put up flyers - we'll do that tomorrow. I just think about the poor thing in our backyard! He is not eating anything. He's just miserable.
We simply can't adopt another dog, & I'm not sure if he'd be happy here. But oh my sweet Ed Helms bobble doll, I would hate to have to turn him over to animal control. Lexington is probably not no-kill. There's that voice inside you that says, "If you had left him on the street, he might have found his way home." But you know that might not be true.
If one of our dogs were missing, we'd be waking up the neighborhood.
The saddest dance of all: Do The Lost Dog.
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