Rob’s family is still in town, which means I can have amazingly intellectual discussions on any topic, at any time of the day or night, with people who agree with me on almost everything. I’ve never tested this, but I could probably have intellectual discussions with my own family, as well—however, as we agree on almost nothing, the bloom would quickly come off of that rose. I’m all for expanding horizons by engaging in respectful debate and all that jazz, but sometimes you just want someone to share your amusement and outrage.
Speaking of family, Goblin Foo is amassing lyrical tributes and wants more more more! (Email them here.) Today, we have this little ditty from Coffeedog:
Oooo, black n white Gob Goblin comes bob bob bobbin' along............
She's so sweet,
Pretty pink feet,
We'll give her a treat.
Look at her bobbin' down the street.
Meanwhile, Crash submits (this) to us:
Goblin Foo!: The Musical
To the tune of "You're Just in Love" (with apologies to Irving Berlin)
I hear growling from beneath my chair
I feel something chewing on my hair
Doggie breath is wafting through the air
It's Goblin Foo
It's Goblin Foo
Though she barks, this lady doesn't bite
'Cept for squirrelies and that is her right
Since their frolics whet her appetite
Chasing them's a delight
It's Goblin Foo
She don't need doggie psychics
Showgirls doing high kicks
She just needs squeak toys and her dads
'Bout the town you might spy her
Zippin' round like some live wire
Barkin' at those stuck up art school grads
Wicked girls try to smear her
Jealous folk mock and jeer her
But to her own self she stays true
She is happy as a clam
'Cause she doesn't give a damn
The one and only Goblin Foo
Goblin wonders when she ever growled beneath a chair (mostly she does this under the coffee table) or chewed on anyone’s hair (although she once peed on my father’s lap). But she appreciates the sentiment and is looking forward to wafting her doggie breath in Uncle Crash’s face.
Keep those cards and letters coming, folks.
