Pour me something tall and strong. Make it a hurricane, I might not remember my name. It’s only half past twelve. But I don’t care, It’s Fido Clock somewhere…
I love that song from Alan Jack Russell Terrier, don’t you? I thought of that when I stumbled across this image at TinEye.com.
It’s almost Friday. It’s been a ruff week. I get home and am sitting out back with the girls. We’re listening to music and one of my favorite songs comes on: It’s Fido Clock Somewhere. And so it is. I say out loud, “It’s time for a highball!” My mistake! I used the wrong phrase. The girls jumped up from their relaxed prone position and were more than eager to fetch balls. After a few labations, L.E. looked at me and said, Make mine a double.” Obviously she was talking about fetching the balls. At least I hope so. Much like Dudley, I have caught her drinking my Careless Coffee on occasion. You know, Katz iced coffee decaf with a shot of Jack. I know – it sounds good, right? And I always have it when it’s Fido Clock somewhere (and sometimes when it’s not). You can check that out on Dudley’s website.
Anyway, there’s nothing wrong with having a drink during Yappy Hour. It’s good for your heart and usually makes you feel better. Sometimes it makes you feel nothing (not that there’s anything wrong with that). I’m speaking from personal experience of course, but it also tends to make you better looking. No, really! I read it on the internet.
Remember, it’s ALWAYS Fido Clock somewhere. So, until we meet again, Yappy Trails To You. Make Good Choices!