Floor Show

“Fluffy Puppy, you’re the one!,” he sang to the little dog in the sink getting a bubble bath,” The one that makes bathtime so much fun! Fluffy Puppy, joy of joys, When I squeeze you, you lick my face! Fluffy Puppy, you’re my very best friend it’s true, I find a little fellow who’s cute and gray and fluffy, Rub a fluff fluffy, Fluffy Puppy you’re so fine and I’m lucky that you’re mine, Fluffy Puppy I’m awfully fond of you.”

“Stay right there, Daddy’s got a giant treat for you!”

The dog stayed, and peered over the side of the sink as his Daddy returned with a thick light blue towel.

“Fresh from the dryer, my little puppy gets the best warm towel!” Daddy said as he started fluffing and drying.

“Ha ha ha Ho ho ho, and a couple of tralalas. That’s how we laugh the day away, in the merry old land of……. Fluffy Dogs, HA!, Buzz, buzz, buzz, Chirp, chirp, chirp and a couple of la-di-das-”

“When you are done fagging out, I need my butch husband to come out, again, and watch the football game.”

“It’s a good thing you’re so darned handsome. You’ll hurt Killer’s feelings.”

“Killer?,” the husband said, addressing the little dog in the sink, “When Daddy is done with the floor show, you can come out to the living room and Pops ‘ll give you another stuffed toy to destroy.”

Lifted out of the sink, the little dog let out a piercing enthusiastic bark and zipped off with Pops.

“Let’s go kill something together. Grrrrrrr! Thatta boy!”, Pops said, his voice and laughter trailing away into the house.

Daddy dried up the surrounding sink, mumbling under his breath, “in the merry old land of Oz…..” He wiped his hands on the towel, then reached for the refrigerator door. He pulled out a jar of salsa, poured it into a bowl surrounded by tortilla chips.

He knew this was part of the deal. He sighed and said it just like he’d practiced, “Roll, Tide!” and was off to join the boys in the living room.