Little Dog has always liked music. He loves to be sung to, love to dance an loves to sing. Recently his singing has really stepped up. The other day, after being told "no" for one reason or another, probably to prevent injury or dismemberment, he decided he was mad. And in true musical style, he decided to sing about it. He walked around the house singing his little song, mostly "I'm mad, mad, man. I don't love you anymore. I'm mad," for several minutes. Finally he approached Mr. Dog, who was smiling in amusement over this song and dance and sternly told him, "I'm singing a mad song!" as though to tell him to quit smiling and get with the program.
Another day he spent time hammering out tunes on the piano in the upstairs guest room. He plays the piano with both hand, head down singing as he composes his own tunes. We all listened from the living room. After a bit, he emerged from the guest room and excitedly announced, "My mystery song is complete!"
I can't wait to see what his next composition will be. Will someone please contact the Recording Academy and let them know they'll need to be preparing his Grammy?
Pasta ala Fridge
5 years ago