🎶Farm livin' is the life for me🎵
Was the tag “this dog is a tiny dog” on the havanese in the backpack referencing that tiktok song about Karen-type customers? Because the song definitely started playing in my head when I read that. It lives there rent free.
Oh indeed yes. My brain skips to lyrics for eeeeverything if there's something remotely close!
Of course, Whim the Havanese is a very tiny dog. So tiny you can barely see her. (And I am sure Whim's personal thumb-monkey doesn't want to carry her into grocery stores, either.) I simply can't look at Whim in that backpack without hearing the song.
In the ongoing tragedy that is "my brain turns everything into lyrics," taking Gwyn outside to empty herself has become:
Come on, Barbie, let's go potty.
When Gwyn chooses to put down her soft toy to start gnawing on an allowed chew, I have been saying, "Good girl, making good choices!" But because everything morphs into song lyrics in my head, this has become "doing all right, making good grades, the future's so bright, I gotta wear shades."
I guess my puppy is studying nuclear science. I'm very proud.