I sing a song to her to the tune of "Little Boxes." The one that goes: "Little boxes, on the hillside, little boxes made of ticky-tacky ...." Except it's:
Little Yorkies on the sidewalk
Little Yorkies made of poops and kisses
Little Yorkies on the sidewalk
Little Yorkies, all the same.
They've got greem bows
They've got pink bows
They've got blue bows
They've got yellow bows
And they're all made out of poops and kisses
And they all look just the same.
Then, of course, every Christmas song with the word "bell" in it got her name (Jezebel) subbed into it. I had versions of "Silver Bells" and "Jingle Bells:"
Jezebel, Jezebel, It's Yorkie time in the city.
Tingaling, hear them ring,
Soon it will be Yorkie day.
and ...
Jezebel, Jezebel, Jezzie all the way,
Oh, what fun it is to jump, run around and play, hey!
Jezebel, Jezebel, Jezzie all the way,
Oh, what fun it is to jump, run around and play!
Yes, I'm a dork.
I've always made up songs for my dogs.