Happiness is a Tennis Ball

Today we went for a walk to the park and I took pictures of one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen: an overjoyed dog. The text with the pictures is my version of "Happiness is a Warm Gun," modified, of course, for my warm... dog.

Happiness is a tennis ball,



Happiness is a tennis ball, mama!

When I hold you in my paws



and I feel my teeth on your fuzz

I know nobody can do me no harm, because

Happiness is a tennis ball!



yeah...

Don't worry, I've "written" FAR better songs about Miss, but tennis balls are worse than crack for her. Seriously. Perhaps someday I will regale you with "Underneath Your Cone," but first I have to finish it. It's hilarious - to me.

Human life is going well. (You mean there's life that isn't related to the dog?) The new job is great, I'm trying on wedding dresses on Saturday and going to my cousin's wedding tomorrow. I really shouldn't be up this late, but I couldn't shake "Happiness is a Tennis Ball." It was begging to be transcribed.

On a semi-related note, the "Happiness is a Warm Gun" segment of Across the Universe is AMAZING.