- This was my little black dog Piglets favourite song. Whenever Id sing it or play it on my harmonica or on my Trusty Ovation accoustic guitar, shed wiggle her little corkscrew piggletty tail n tug on my earlobe and stick her cold, wet nose in my ear and make all these snuffling/snoring/grunting noises and put her paw on my forearm and make me laugh and hug her. Then shed wriggle free and jump up and down like shes on a pogo stick and Id laugh and laugh. Now every time I hear that song- I think of our routine - The Busking Poet and her dancing dog. Everybody loved my Piggletty dog, my dancing dog. Theyd stop and pet her and shed kiss their ear with her cold wet nose and theyd put a dollar in my hat. Piglet dies of kidney failure in 2009. She was 15 Years old. Years later, my old-time regular customers I havent seen in a while - theyve graduated and moved on and are visiting the old haunts... they still still go, POET! - Wheres The Dog?! - Shes buried in my heart. Every time I hear this song.
Posted on: Sat, 15 Nov 2014 00:36:56 +0000
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