My brother-in-law, Mike, sent me this yesterday. He loves The Crazyweiler. He really does.

In fact, he loves The Crazyweiler and our other dogs so much, that each year he composes a song to them. Below are the lyrics from last year. I had to do some minor name changing to protect the innocent. You will also need to know that The Crazyweiler's name is Walter. (We call him BW. That stands for Big Walt. It makes him feel like a Texas oil tycoon, so we humor him.)
To the tune of “We Three Kings”
We three dogs of Cathy Camp’s are
Waiting on Mike to exit his car
Yes, we see you,
soon we’ll greet you
Thanks for coming out this far.
Oh-oh… Dogs are nipping your heels
No one hears your panicked squeals
Soon your bleeding,
life’s receding.
Yes you’ll be
our next big meal.
Breezy, Walter, Hoocher too
Waiting in the dark for you
Creeping, sneaking,
stealthily peeking
Looking ‘ round
for you-know-who.
Oh-oh… Mike is running see him go
Knock him down into the snow
Growling, barking,
gnashing, snarling.
Hide his corpse
so The VP won’t know.
Walter’s learned to unlock the door
Too bad Mike’s not safe anymore
Pleading, whining,
soon he crying.
Drag him ‘cross
the kitchen floor.
Oh-oh… sprinting for the ambulance
Ripping at his pee-stained pants
They’ll sedate him,
medicate him.
We must wait
for our next chance.
No, really, he just loves our dogs.
That should raise some eyebrows when out caroling.
Posted by: aelfheld at November 5, 2003 08:29 AM