So sue him--dad sings to me. Last night we watched "Don't Forget the Lyrics" and I swear Dad should go on that show. He knows a good deal of lyrics for one reason or another. But he picks me up and dances with me--sometimes by holding my paws and sometimes by holding me up over his head and dancing. It's fun.
Mom thinks dad is crazy but I think she's jealous because he doesn't dance with her as much--although last night he did sing her the song Endless Love--which brought a tear to my eye.
Dad's such a sap--but he's a nice sap who gets emotional over something like little old me and Mom too. He could be worse.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
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