(Sung of course to the tune of the Winehouse classic Amy, Amy, Amy)
Chloe, Chloe, Chloe
We saved you from being interred
Now you’re out eating a turd
I yell but you are undeterred
Came up with that in the shower on Monday. We recently adopted an eight year old golden retriever with severe anxiety issues who was scheduled to be put down.
Her old dad died a couple of years ago and she never got over it. My wife Amy (double bonus song reference, although she doesn’t appreciate me renaming her song) thought giving her a hard reset in a new home might work.
And it has, she is fantastic, and even my cats like her.
We were all prepared for an anxious dog and got standard Labrador problems instead!
Pic below with a bonus Abed Nadir:
Maybe it’s just me, since I didn’t realize Amy Winehouse was a singer, so I don’t know Amy Amy Amy…
But when I read your lyrics, I hadn’t realized this was about a dog. I thought Chloe was the woman who covered her nose when trump shit himself.