The Ballad of Whiskey the puppy by BrandysBrain

Since Coco is in heat; I’ve been allowing Whiskey to sleep upstairs with me in my bedroom. Normally they sleep on their doggy bed together. Whiskey doesn’t understand why he is alone in their bed…so, I allow him to come upstairs.

I’ve tried bringing one of the potty pads up with me so he would not get confused…it never worked and I would awaken to a small pile of poo in the hallway. So the past two nights, I did not bring the potty pad upstairs with me. He went downstairs and used the potty pad instead of the floor!

Today, as I was cleaning my bedroom; I took out a pile of plastic bags kept beneath my bed, because I use ’em to line my garbage pails. The white (‘Walmart’ bags) had yellow liquid on them–Whiskey looked at me with an “Oh no…I am in trouble” look.

I did not scold him because he was in a new place and had no clue where to pee pee…but for some reason, the theme to ‘The Beverly Hillbillie’s’ began playing in my head. I wrote lyrics and I’ve revised them since I shared ’em with Mom. Tell me what you think…
Pee on the potty pad, Whiskey! Theme Lyrics
The Ballad of Whiskey the puppy by BrandysBrain

(sung in the tune of “The Beverly Hillbilly’s” theme song)

Come and listen to a story about a pup named Whiskey—
Poor little guy couldn’t find a place to pee.
Then one night as his Hu-mommy lay sleepin’
Down beneath the bed his urine started seepin’.

Pee that is, golden shower, southern tee (tee)

Well, the first thing you know ol’ boy’s found out,
Kinfolk said, “Whiskey, don’t pee there!”
Said “Potty pad’s the place you need to pee”
So his Mom loaded up her hands and took him down to see.

Stairs, that is. Down them are two potty pads; it ain’t that far.

Well now it’s time to say good bye to Whiskey and his lil’ sin
And I would like to thank ya folks fer kindly understandin’,
You’re all invited back a gain to this locality
To witness Brandy’s tolerancy.

Humanity that is—Set a spell—Take yer shoes off.
Ya’ll come back now, there’s no pee-pee here.


The Ballad of Jed Clampett by Paul Henning – Beverly Hillbillies Lyrics

Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed
A poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed,
Then one day he was shootin at some food,
And up through the ground came a bubblin crude.

Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea.

Well the first thing you know ol Jed’s a millionaire,
Kinfolk said “Jed move away from there”
Said “Californy is the place you ought to be”
So they loaded up the truck and moved to Beverly.

Hills, that is. Swimmin pools, movie stars.

Well now its time to say good by to Jed and all his kin.
And they would like to thank you folks fer kindly droppin in.
You’re all invited back a gain to this locality
To have a heapin helpin of their hospitality

Hillybilly that is. Set a spell, Take your shoes off.
Y’all come back now, y’hear?

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