Hing A Hong

So, having earlier embarrassed myself by listing the silly nicknames we have for the animals, I thought I would humiliate myself further by admitting that I also sing to them.

The songs are usually variations on the choruses of pop chestnuts like “Luka” or “Runaway” with the lyrics altered so that instead of being about child abuse or missing and exploited teenagers, they’re about how cute/fuzzy/smart/mischievous the animals are.  Here’s an example; this is a relatively new song that I sing to Dennis, because his mama has lately been rubbing him with coconut oil in an effort to moisturize his skin (his coat still hasn’t fully recovered from the ordeal that landed him and his siblings in rescue) and keep it from getting flaky in the dry California air.  Of course, this makes him greasy and coconut flavored, so then the other dogs treat him like a coconut lollipop.

To the tune of “Coconut” by Harry Nilsson:

Said “Mama, ain’t there nothing I can take?“
He said “Mama, to relieve this itchy flake?”
He said “Mama, ain’t there nothing I can take?”
He said “Mama, to relieve this itchy flake?”
Now lemme get this straight,

You put the dog in the coconut and shake him all up
Put the dog in the coconut and shake him all up
Put the dog in the coconut and shake ‘em both together
Put the dog in the coconut to make his fur better

You put the dog in the coconut and grease him all up
Put the dog in the coconut watch Tucker lick him up
Put the dog in the coconut and wipe him all down
Put the dog in the coconut and wash him in the morning …

Yes, I’m a great big dork, but the dogs don’t seem to mind.

“Gee, Your Hair Smells Terrific”

Doggie Brylcreem