Between doing voter registration on the weekends, making Obama signs out of old doors, and rebuilding the guest house for Nancy Nall and family, it appears I’ve done emptied my skull. We do have a lot more animals around here, and many of them have their own theme songs.

Minerva (Nervix Virginicus)

Minerva (Nervix Virginicus)

Minerva, or Nervish, as we like to call her, is a rescue we’d dearly hoped to unload on another hapless family, but lo, none of the minimally brain-equipped human refuse sluicing through the Pet-Smart during the adopt-a-thons would take her. She was spayed as part of a vet school training program, and ten little Boston Terrier/whathefuckevers joined her uterus in the waste bin. She was a popular girl, for sure. I once witnessed her trying to demonstrate coitus to a Basset hound who for want of height was unable to hit it. For some reason it seemed vaguely familiar.

Nervish has no real theme song, just some twisted doggerel that suits her just fine.

Ahem.

Nervish, Nervish, Nervishtry.

Nervish, Nervish, wild and free.*

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*I don’t suppose there’s an “Oxford Companion to Utter Bullshit”: Otherwise I’ll never make the cut for an anthology.

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