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Dancing the Dead Dog Jig

By Foxy

Sometimes out of nowhere, a song latches on to your brain and won't let go. Actually, it happens to me quite frequently. And this story is horrible. @foxywinepocket | humor

Sometimes out of nowhere, a song latches on to your brain, slithers through the gyri, and won’t leave until you stick an icepick in your ear.

Actually, that happens to me quite frequently. Commercial jingles and 70s sitcom theme songs surprise and “delight” me by their random appearances in my head. (Unless it’s Friday. I hate that shit.)

Naturally I feel obliged to infect entertain everyone around me by sharing those songs.

Loudly.

A few nights ago, Mr. Foxy and I were sitting on the couch watching television. (Surprisingly I hadn’t fallen asleep even though it had been dark for a couple of hours.) And our adorable dog was curled up between us.

I burst into song. “She’s a happy dog, a happy dog. Hubba, hubba, hubba, hubba.”

My husband, who is usually unfazed by my shenanigans and ridiculousness, eyed me with a furrowed brow. “Uh, what the fuck are you singing?”

“A song from our childhood. Don’t you remember it?” (We’re about the same age. Actually he’s twenty months older than I, and for eight months out of the year, I get to say he’s two years older. But who’s counting?)

He shook his head. “No. I’ve never heard that song.”

“Really? ‘She’s a happy dog? A happy dog? Hubba, hubba, hubba, hubba?’ You never heard it?” I eyed him doubtfully.

His face contorted like he had eaten a bad shrimp. “Hubba, hubba, hubba, hubba? NO.”

I took a gulp sip of my vodka-tonic. “Huh. I wonder where I heard it then.”

Because my husband is a Google Search Ninja like me, he located the song in the time it took me to trip up the stairs to our bedroom. “Is this it?” he asked as he walked into the bedroom behind me.

I clapped furiously! “YES! That’s it!”

I was walkin' down the street on a sunny day
Hubba hubba hubba hubba hubba
A feeling in my bones that I'll have my way
Hubba hubba hubba hubba hubba
Well I'm a happy boy (happy boy)
Well I'm a happy boy (happy boy)

Then I grabbed his phone and started singing again and dancing a jig. “I’m a happy boy. Happy boy! I’m a happy boy! Happy boy!”

I continued dancing while I brushed my teeth with his phone in my other hand. The buzz of the toothbrush drowned out the song, but it couldn’t stop my body from moving. (The vodka had nothing to do with it. NOTHING.)

Mr. Foxy scowled and blurted, “Uh, can I have my phone back now?”

“NO! I’M DANCING!” Toothpaste splattered across the mirror. (Performance art at it’s finest!)

He wouldn’t relent. “Seriously. I’m done with this song.”

But I was more stubborn. “No way! I want to hear it again. It’s so happy.”

He eyed me suspiciously. “Have you actually listened to the lyrics?”

“Of course. He’s a happy boy! Hubba, hubba, hubba, hubba!” (I used jazz hands, people. JAZZ HANDS.)

His voice became forceful. “No. You need to listen to the second verse.” He grabbed his phone and played it for me again.

This time I stopped dancing and actually listened, mouth agape. “Oh dear god. What have I been dancing to?”

My little dog spot got hit by a car
Hubba hubba hubba hubba hubba
Put his guts in a box and put him in a drawer
Hubba hubba hubba hubba hubba

He smiled an annoying I-told-you-so smile. “I told you. It’s horrible.”

I couldn’t disagree. “It is SO horrible. He’s a happy boy with his dead dog’s guts in his dresser drawer? That is so terrible. So incredibly disgusting … I. LOVE. IT.”

After another five seconds of Google ninja’ing, Mr. Foxy said, “That song was made famous on the Dr. Demento show—I know it was a favorite of yours. That’s probably where you heard it. In fact, I think we have traced everything wrong about you back to that show.”

Mr. Foxy fell asleep that night as I sang him a lullaby. One of my other favorite songs from the Dr. Demento show, Dead Puppies.

He woke up singing the lyrics.

So, my work is here done.

Photo Credit: cundrawan703 / 123RF Stock Photo


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Comments

  1. Michelle says

    February 25, 2016 at 4:12 am

    HAHAAH…

    I would fit in at your house.

    • Foxy says

      March 9, 2016 at 8:55 pm

      You are welcome here ANYTIME. Seriously.

  2. Jen Baker says

    February 25, 2016 at 4:52 am

    Check out Motherfucking Pterodactyl on theoatmeal.com.

    • Foxy says

      March 9, 2016 at 8:55 pm

      LOVE it!

  3. Cassandra says

    February 25, 2016 at 6:10 am

    Loved Dr. Demento. It’s a crime that it no longer exists. I think my favorite was “Fish Heads”.

    Now try to get that out of your mind.

    • Foxy says

      March 9, 2016 at 8:56 pm

      Fish Heads is one of my favorites too. Not so for Mr. Foxy. Sigh…

  4. Snarkfest says

    February 25, 2016 at 6:50 am

    I’m seeing you in a whole new twisted way. And I like it!

    • Foxy says

      March 9, 2016 at 8:56 pm

      This is one of the many reasons I love you.

  5. Howard Phillips says

    February 25, 2016 at 8:19 am

    Here’s one for you, originally a cute song from a UK kids series called “Postman Pat”, and reworded either by a clever kid, or by a stoned rock singer:

    Postman Pat,Postman Pat.
    Postman Pat ran over his cat.
    Blood and guts went flying.
    Postman Pat was crying.
    I’ve never see a cat as flat as that.

    Googling something will probably get you the tune !

    • Foxy says

      March 9, 2016 at 8:57 pm

      I am so on that!

  6. Sangria Sisters says

    February 25, 2016 at 8:56 am

    Two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions, on a sesame seed bun. I can’t remember what happened yesterday because my mind is cluttered with shit like this!

    • Foxy says

      March 9, 2016 at 8:57 pm

      YES! I sing that one too.

  7. mydangblog says

    February 25, 2016 at 10:16 am

    Shit. I just made the mistake of reading a previous comment and now I will have Fish Heads in my head ALL day. Roly Poly Fish Heads. My favourite line was “You can ask a Fish Head anything you want to/It won’t answer; it can’t talk.” Actually, it IS kind of awesome.

    • Cassandra says

      February 25, 2016 at 12:09 pm

      So sorry. If it’s any help, it’s been stuck in my head as well!

    • Foxy says

      March 9, 2016 at 8:57 pm

      It IS so awesome. SO awesome.

  8. Steena Hammer says

    February 25, 2016 at 11:35 am

    Too, too funny. I probably shouldn’t have read this before ordering lunch, though. LOL

    • Foxy says

      March 9, 2016 at 8:58 pm

      Yeah, sorry about that.

  9. Teresa says

    February 25, 2016 at 11:42 am

    This is the song that never ends……
    It just goes on and on my friends.
    Some people started singing it not knowing what it was
    And they’ll continue singing it forever just because
    This is the song that never ends it just goes on and on my friends…….

    Hehehehehe

    • Foxy says

      March 9, 2016 at 8:58 pm

      YEP.

  10. Liz says

    February 25, 2016 at 11:51 am

    You are exactly my kind of sick, lady! And I remember the Dr. Demento show! But not that song.

    • Foxy says

      March 9, 2016 at 8:59 pm

      It’s okay. We’ll find other songs for our BFF bracelets. xoxo

  11. Carter Mcdugle says

    March 12, 2016 at 4:04 pm

    There was clear provocation, he said, and suggested any reasonable person would have spoken about the dog mess problem.

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