My Favorite Thing

[Beauregard and I were having a serious discussion last night while the bipeds were trying to sleep; slackers. We were comparing our adoption experiences from The Humane Society of Indianapolis and how we chose this particular family. I felt inspired to poetry again. So this morning I snuck down to the large male biped's computer while Beauregard created a minor distraction by jumping on the dining room table and running outside with the sausages. Luckily, the biped had kept iTunes running and Sugar’s “Your Favorite Thing” was playing, providing just the right inspiration for a beagle moved to aesthetics. So with sincerest apologies to Bob Mould:]

Tell me I’m your favorite thing;

You could say just anything.

I wouldn’t mind.

Licking your face till it’s night;

Take me to your home so right;

I wouldn’t mind. I wouldn’t mind;

Not at all.

Scratching on my head again;

Hoping that this never ends.

I wouldn’t mind.

It’s my yowls you can’t ignore,

Until you can’t stand anymore;

Hope you don’t mind. I wouldn’t mind.

Aw-roooooo, this wait is killing me.

I keep waiting, caged impatiently.

What do I need to do?

I’ll do anything you want me to.

I’ll chew every shoe that’s in your room

Along with all your other favorite things …

You’ve made me your favorite thing!
Let's see what the future brings!
I sure don't mind!

And I can't tell you how much love I feel.
I want to clap and bark like a seal.
I do not mind, if you don’t mind
Not at all

Awrooooo-ooooooo

Now that you’re my favorite thing,
Gimme what the food dish brings.

Getting belly-rubbed again,
Hoping that this never ends.

Now that I'm your favorite thing,
Let's see what treat bowl brings.

I don't know, I don't know ……

[Remember, folks, there are plenty of wonderful pets out there waiting to be adopted. If you do decide to add to your family, do try this option.]