I'm so bad with birthdays. I'd forget mine if it wasn't on a major religious holiday. But now I can remember August 20 because it's the birth date of both my little Pug friend, and my favourite rock star of all time!
Robert Plant is 60 years old today!
Dobby the Pug is three years old today!!
JETHRO: Dobby, it's your birthday!
DOBBY: Snarf, grunt, schnarfy sniffsniff grunt burp scharrrf
JETHRO: You gonna sing some "Black Dog?" Some of you is black.
DOBBY: guuurnt snarf, ooompblaaap, schnarf sniffysniff snarf
I think the birthday connection here is just another piece of proof that my dog ROCKS!
Robert Plant, as you know, is responsible for the new neural pathways in my 15 year old brain, waaay back in 1986 when he was well onto his solo career, and I was a weird kid introduced to the hairy magic of Led Zeppelin by a boyfriend. He thought it would be neat to put a speaker on either side of my head so I could hear all the neat sound effects in "Whole Lotta Love." Great idea! After that, nothing was the same...
See, here's what I'm saying. Puffy sleeved shirt. Wild hair. A dove in one hand, a smoke in the other. Wha...? Is this for real? I don't get it, I don't like cigarettes, but this is so... I mean, the look on his face? It's so... um, out there. Ahhhh-owahhhh baybay, baybay, baybay, baybayuhhhh...
Born in August, he's a LEO! He's a lion. He's a lion of a rockstaaaaarrrrrr!
Also I dress like this. Except I don't have a Union Jack stitched onto my pants in strategic places. Maybe I should. Nah. John Deere patch. I gotta be me.
Happy 60th, and happy 3rd!
I personally will be cuddling my Pug all day and telling him he's a BIG DOG NOW! Who's a big dog? Is it YOU? Is it YOU that's a big dog now?
World wide holiday, I'm telling you.