3/29/2006

Highway Philosopher



My dog doesn't appreciate my singing the way I feel he should. As we drive down the highway, I sing of sailors, drugs and heart break. He just stares at me blankly as his nose begins to drip. My dog gets nauseated when he's in the car and lately I have been getting the feeling that my singing does not help. At one point during the trip, I stop my singing to explain to him that Hallelujah is less about prayer and more about surrender. I use car rides to lecture to my dog about lyrics and poetry. He doesn't understand, but I don't expect him to.

6 comments:

Just Call Me Fabulous said...

I'm slightly concerned that you're taking pictures of Mulder as you drive down the highway. All in the name of blogging.

Megan said...

I will tell you a secret.. I actually pulled over to take the pictures. I initially pulled over to add some more windshield washer fluid to my car.

Jenn said...

I am secretly in love with your dog.

Well, I guess it's not-so secretly, now.

Dunzo said...

I adopted a dog 5 or 6 months ago. It was the best decision I've made in sooo long. Maybe my best decision EVER...no lie!

Get one of your own Jenn!

Megan said...

It's true.. While buying Mulder was one of the least thought out things I have ever done, it ultimately turned out to be one of the best things I ever did. He doesn't always listen and he usually has terrible gas, but he is an amazing dog. Plus, I kind of like it that he likes to hold hands.
Jenn, if you are ever in the GTA-ish area I will lend him to you for the day.

Jenn said...

Thank you for the offer. :) Unfortunately, apartment dwelling doesn't lend itself very well to dog-ownership. I've got my hands full with my cat anyway. But dogs, like children, I enjoy on lending basis. :)