From the farthest reaches of outer space they came, mysterious pods sent to duplicate their helpless victims one by one! You can run… You can hide… But you can’t escape the Invasion of the Doggy Snatchers! Coming soon to this theater!
Popcorn’s on me, Andrew Y.
The one on the right is the real dog, right?
Dog is like “if I don’t pay attention to it maybe he’ll stop doing it”
“I’m not looking at you.”
Pup doesn’t seem impressed or enthused.
Also I’m ROFLMAOing again at Mike’s genius.
Uh oh!
Yeah, and tea’s on me, Mike.
Peeps, I have an announcement to make. Not big to anyone else, but huge to me.
Forty years ago, I was a preteen involved in a Christmas pageant. The guy who was managing things was arrested and jailed shortly after for having inappropriate relations with several boys. A Christmas song I did as a solo for that pageant has, since then, caused me much grief and stress, as I associated it with that creep. Today, I looked at my reflection and told myself that he wasn’t going to ruin that song, or Christmas, for me, one more year. I deliberately put the song on, turned it up, and sang along. And thus I destroyed my last memory of him.
Good for you!
☺️
Glad you could reclaim that song. Sing it with joy!
Yeah Duckie!!!!!
Know that I’m singing the chorus with you mentally.
Thunderous applause all the way from England!
Duckie, it’s awful when a song is associated with a traumatic event, even a fairly obscure song you previously enjoyed but don’t necessarily hear much on the radio. For me it was “I’ll Always Love My Mama” by the Intruders, which was playing on the car radio when my bipolar mother had to be, for lack of a better word, tricked into returning to a psychiatric hospital during a nightmarish manic episode. Years after she died by suicide in 1988 I came across the song on Youtube and can now think of it as a tribute to her.
The things we put our puppers through. And they still love us! Much prefer the original to the doppleganger.
Yes, original is cuter.