ode to the poodle

we are dogsitting once again. this is to be sung to the tune of "i'll never tell", the Xander and Anya song from the Buffy musical.

She snores
She wheezes
Say housework and she ... wheezes.
She pees by skeezy feces that i can't describe.
I talk, she wheezes.
She doesn't know what cheese is.
Her breathing gets impeded when she lies on her side!
The vibe gets kind of hairy.
Like she thinks the neighbor's scary
Like it's all just temporary
Like her toes are kind of hairy
But it's all very well
Cause, Hey! There's something to smell.

(sorry dudes. i woke up early all cracked out from the heat wave.)