Bet you can't own just one!
Why own a dog? There's danger you know You can't own just one, the craving will grow There's no doubt they're addictive, wherein lies the danger While living with lots, you'll grow poorer and stranger.
One dog is so funny, and two are no trouble The third one is easy, the fourth one's a honey The fifth's delightful, the sixth one's a breeze, You find you can live with a house full with ease.
So how 'bout another? Would you really dare? They're really quite easy, but Lord, the hair. With dogs on the sofa, and dogs on the bed, And crates in the kitchen, It's no bother, you've said, They're really no trouble, their manners are great, What's just one more dog, and one more crate?
The sofa is hairy, the windows are crusty, The floor is all footprints, the furniture is dusty, The housekeeping suffers, but what do you care? Who minds a few nose prints, and a little more hair?
So let's keep a puppy, you can always find room, And a little more time for the dust cloth and broom, There's hardly a limit to the dogs you can add, The thought of a cutback sure makes you sad.
Each one is so special, so useful, so funny, The vet, the food bills grow larger, you owe money, Your folks never visit, few friends come to stay, Except other dog folks, who live the same way.
Your lawn has now died, and your shrubs are dead too, But your weekends are busy, you're off with your crew, There's dog food and vitamins, and training and shots, And entries and motels which cost lots.
Is it worth it you wonder? Are you caught in a trap? Then your favorite dog comes and climbs in your lap, His look says your special, and you know that you will Keep all of the critters, in spite of the bill.
AUTHOR UNKNOWN
If you're listening to this song
You may think the chords are going wrong
But they're not
We just wrote it like that
When you're listening late at night
You may think the band are not quite right
But they are, they just play it like that
It doesn't really matter what chords I play
What words I say or time of day it is
As it's only a Northern song
It doesn't really matter what clothes I wear
Or how I fare or if my hair is brown
When it's only a Northern song
If you think the harmony
Is a little dark and out of key
You're correct, there's nobody there
And I told you there's no one there
~The Beatles
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But I can't get my husband past number five.
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