Homage to the Little Dog

Inspired by my fellow Texan by way of somewhere else maybe?  I need to ask John where he originally hails from one of these days.  I could not find any video of the entire “Where oh where” song.  Those lyrics may be lost forever.

The little dog song as we called it growing up was sometimes coupled with “How Much is that Doggie in the Window” when we broke out the 45s to take a listen.

Reading John’s post reminded me of something from earlier today.  I may not be able to remember all the lyrics of days past but I can retain most of my earlier in the day memories.  Anyhow, Lulu and I were out gallivanting around this tax-free weekend.  Amidst our high-jinx, somehow songs of my youth came up … songs like the one above.  But not that specific song.  Any song we knew by heart.

Our main discussion yet again centered around physical beauty.  You see we had just gotten Mani-pedi’s.  The torture pure spa luxury we go through!  I mentioned how my hands really show my age and make me look ninety!

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Lulu tells me not to say things like that.  And that even 90 year old hands are beautiful.  And like that “Everything is Beautiful” by Ray Stevens popped into my head.

Ah now that’s the stuff.

As always, more to come.

12 thoughts on “Homage to the Little Dog

  1. I remember that song, but only bits and pieces.
    Your hands look younger than mine (thank you, arthritis) and you are older than me, so if I can be grateful for mine, you have got to take pride in yours 🙂

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  2. I hadn’t listened to those songs in such a long time, but I remember what a big hit “Everything is Beautiful” was when it came out. We need more of that kind of innocent optimism now.

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  3. Thank you for the mention, Jill. I originally was born in Michigan and lived almost everywhere. I was conscripted to Texas in 2001 and have lived in San Antonio, Port Aransas and lately, Lakeway Texas (near Austin). Here are the lyrics.
    Print these lyrics
    Oh where, oh where
    Has my little dog gone?
    Oh where, oh where can he be?
    With his ears cut short
    And his tail cut long
    Oh where, oh where can he be?
    I think he went down
    To the building site
    To see what he could see
    And in his mouth
    Was a globe so bright
    I wonder what could it be

    Oh where, oh where
    Has my little dog gone?
    Oh where, oh where can he be?
    With his ears cut short
    And his tail cut long
    Oh where, oh where can he be?
    I last saw him by the bulldozer
    Playing and running around
    But I just can’t see him there anymore
    He just can’t seem to be found
    Perhaps the man over there will know
    He may have seen him go by
    Who knows where
    He might have decided to go
    But we’ve got to give it a try

    Oh where, oh where
    Has my little dog gone?
    Oh where, oh where can he be?
    With his tail cut long
    Oh where, oh where can he be?

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    1. Yay to San Antonio :).

      Awww! Thanks for the lyrics. I will be able to sleep tonight 😉

      Your pictures of Lakeway look like Lago Vista. On Lake Travis. My parents used to have a place up there back in the day.

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