So, Shame Post here. I sing to the animals in my house. Actually, I even sing to Otis when we are OUT of the house. Terrible dog- and cat-ified and bastardized lyrics.
O-T-I-S (to the tune of YMCA)
Big Black Dog and a Cherry Tree
I’m a Retriever! (Monkee’s I’m a Believer)
I took it a step too far today. Saw Fiona lounging on my bed. I sang “I Smell Cats and Candy.” Yeah, it sounded wrong and felt wrong.
Fiona gave me a judgey look, turned her back to me, and groomed herself furiously.
There is a line. I know this now.