Christmas for the Dogs

There’s officer Mutt
He loves to drive with the siren whaling
His mouth he can’t shut
With his tongue hanging out you would think he was sailing
He’s bringing gifts for Mrs. Poodle
A bone and a ball for her labradoodle

Christmas for the dogs
Christmas for the dogs, for the dogs

He smells her butt
She says why don’t you come in for dinner
We’ve got beef cold cuts
On this snowy blizzard night at the start of winter
We can invite the Corgis and the Collies
We’ll deck the halls with tripe, it’ll all be jolly

Christmas for the dogs
Christmas for the dogs, for the dogs

So they proceeded to have a party
While their puppies slept upstairs
And the chihuahua’s took to dancing
While all the presents were wrapped with care
Such a lovely smell that filled the air

And when they woke up
The barks and yelps they came without warning
From all their pups
Finding love from Santa Dog on Christmas morning

Christmas for the dogs
Christmas for the dogs
Christmas for the dogs
Christmas for the dogs, for the dogs

John Andrew/Cooper Guerriere
February 2016