I really can say – Baby it’s cold outside. I won’t go away – Cuz baby it’s cold outside. With this cold wind – I’m hoping to stay in. So very nice – I don’t like my paws on ice. No need for my human to worry – I’ll come inside in a hurry. I won’t even pace the floor – as we listen to the fireplace roar. So, inside I’ll scurry – I don’t like a snow flurry. Not outside anymore – my human and I eat treats from the store. Because, Baby it’s cold outside…
I love that old Dean Martin song, don’t you? Oh, you don’t remember Dean Martin? Dino was a hard working swinger singer who always had a zinger. And oh, could he croon!
Are you wondering why that song is in the blog? Are you humming along yet? That was a rhetorical question, I know you are. Here’s Dudley’s PSA (Puppy Service Announcement): Baby it’s cold outside. Bring your best friend inside. Bundle him or her up. And put some Careless Coffee in your cup. I don’t have anymore rhymes, so I’ll just shut up. (see what I did there?)
