My dog judged my vocal talent last night.
Husband was at band practice, and I, being the silly person I am, started singing to the Chihuahua. We have this silly lyric, "Puppy wuppy, you're so cute..." and then it kind of trails off because, well, not much rhymes with "cute" that you can use in the next sentence.
(Right now, I am sure Superman is somewhere, blushing.)
So last night I decided to figure out those perfect lyrics to go with the rest of the diddy.
Superdog was resting on the bed, and I was putting the clothes up, singing over and over and over, "Puppy wuppy, you're so cute...everyone else just gets the boot...No, that doesn't work well...Puppy wuppy, you're so cute...you make the rest seem so moot...That's silly, isn't it, Superdog? Hmmm...Puppy wuppy, you're so cute..."
Superdog went and hid under the bed.
She gave me this look of absolute annoyance and then dove from the covers under the bed. And stayed there until I stopped singing.
Well. Guess I won't be going on "America's Got Talent."
Though it might be interesting to watch me scare the dog into hiding...