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Canine Water Songs (24:24)
(©2004 Heather T. Strong & Kate Connick)

watersong cd

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Puddle-Stomping Hound
(lyrics ©2004 Kate Connick)

Puddle-stomping, mud-making, water-loving hound;
Why do I put up with you?
I should return you to the pound!

Other dogs wear ribbons
and perfume in their hair.
You roll yourself on old, beached fish;
Life really isn't fair!

Other dogs drink daintily,
gently lapping when athirst.
Not you, you sloppy, rotten mutt;
You plunge right in, headfirst!

I brush, I comb, I wipe those paws.
I just can't win this war.
You stink just like a big, wet dog.
I can't take it any more!

Puddle-stomping, mud-making, water-loving hound;
Why do I put up with you?
I should return you to the pound!

Along comes good, ol' Deborah Lee;
Optimist or fool?
"Behold the joy of water sports!
Take this darling to the pool."

The pool, the beach, the lake, the stream,
If Deb didn't pack a Glock,
I'd show her where to stuff her oar.
She'd be in for quite a shock!

I stand, neck-deep, in water,
wet clothes clinging like an anchor.
My puzzled dog looks back, all dry.
Behold my dripping rancor!

Puddle-stomping, mud-making, water-loving hound;
Why do I put up with you?
I should return you to the pound!

Let's go, you mutt; I'm waiting.
Go on, get wet and swim.
You make a liar out of me.
I'd like to throw you in!

"Feel the love, embrace the joy.
Chase progress, not perfection."
Deb urges me to click and praise,
and shape the right direction.

Today you watch; tomorrow wade;
Then float in your life vest.
Come swim, go shore, spit out the frog!
Then take a little rest.

Puddle-stomping, mud-making, water-loving hound;
You aren't so bad, now are you?
I may just keep you around.

Eventually the day has come;
this dog has learned to follow.
Or maybe I'm the one who's learned.
That's a lesson, hard to swallow.

There's beauty in that soggy mutt,
of that I have no doubt.
Shades of Greg Louganis,
Esther Williams, and a trout!

We boat, we swim, retrieve and tow;
such fun I might have missed.
This dog I used to gripe about -
It's taken quite a twist.

Puddle-stomping, mud-making, water-loving hound;
You aren't so bad, now are you?
I may just keep you around.

Now I sneer at fluffy dogs,
all prim and clean and white.
Then I smile at my water dog,
and beam with true delight.

It's said that dogs reflect our soul,
whatever it is that means.
Truth be told, I've always liked to play
outside in dirty jeans.

Perhaps this mutt's unchained me,
freed us both to have our fun.
My kitchen floor's still muddy,
but in the end, I know I've won.

Puddle-stomping, mud-making, water-loving hound;
What would I do without you?
I cherish what I've found!


Tail-Wagging Singalong
(lyrics ©2004 Kate Connick)

It's tough to be a water dog;
My tail, I love to wag.
But every time I swing it,
it makes me zig and zag!

Afloat it is my rudder
to steer me on my path.
But I simply can't control it.
It's my only way to laugh!

It's tough to be a water dog;
My tail, I love to wag.
But every time I swing it,
it makes me zig and zag!

I end up swimming like a drunk.
To and fro, I wander.
I just can't cage my bouncing brain,
as cheerful thoughts I ponder!

It's tough to be a water dog;
My tail, I love to wag.
But every time I swing it,
it makes me zig and zag!

Other dogs, from A to B,
they swim a line so straight.
But heck, I'm just a happy dog,
and that's what makes me great!

It's tough to be a water dog;
My tail, I love to wag.
But every time I swing it,
it makes me zig and zag!

It's tough to be a water dog;
My tail, I love to wag.
But every time I swing it,
it makes me zig and zag!


When I Go to Splash Camp
(lyrics ©2004 Heather T. Strong)

When I go to splash camp…
I always bring with me…
My dear friend, the water dog you see!

When I go to splash camp…
I always bring with me…
Two life preservers…and…
My dear friend, the water dog you see!

When I go to splash camp…
I always bring with me…
Three things my dog loves…like uh…a ball and…a…rope…and…a…porterhouse steak…
Two life preservers…and…
My dear friend, the water dog you see!

When I go to splash camp…
I always bring with me…
Four floating leashes…
Three things my dog loves…like uh…a ball and…a…rope…and…a…porterhouse steak…
Two life preservers…and…
My dear friend, the water dog you see!

When I go to splash camp…
I always bring with me…
Five fabric bumpers…
Four floating leashes…
Three things my dog loves…like uh…a ball and…a…rope…and…a…porterhouse steak…
Two life preservers…and…
My dear friend, the water dog you see!

When I go to splash camp… I always bring with me…
Six bags of doggie treats…
Five fabric bumpers…
Four floating leashes…
Three things my dog loves…like uh…a ball and…a…rope…and…a…porterhouse steak…
Two life preservers…and…
My dear friend, the water dog you see!

When I go to splash camp…
I always bring with me…
Seven suits for swimming…
Six bags of doggie treats…
Five fabric bumpers…
Four floating leashes…
Three things my dog loves…like uh…a ball and…a…rope…and…a…porterhouse steak…
Two life preservers…and…
My dear friend, the water dog you see!

When I go to splash camp…
I always bring with me…
Eight pea-less whistles…
Seven suits for swimming…
Six bags of doggie treats…
Five fabric bumpers…
Four floating leashes…
Three things my dog loves…like uh…a ball and…a…rope…and…a…porterhouse steak…
Two life preservers…and…
My dear friend, the water dog you see!

When I go to splash camp…
I always bring with me…
Nine nylon harnesses…
Eight pea-less whistles…
Seven suits for swimming…
Six bags of doggie treats…
Five fabric bumpers…
Four floating leashes…
Three things my dog loves…like uh…a ball and…a…rope…and…a…porterhouse steak…
Two life preservers…and…
My dear friend, the water dog you see!

When I go to splash camp…
I always bring with me…
Ten cotton t-shirts…
Nine nylon harnesses…
Eight pea-less whistles…
Seven suits for swimming…
Six bags of doggie treats…
Five fabric bumpers…
Four floating leashes…
Three things my dog loves…like uh…a ball and…a…rope…and…a…porterhouse steak…
Two life preservers…and…
My dear friend, the water dog you see!

When I go to splash camp…
I always bring with me…
Eleven large-style duffle bags… (do you think I pack too much?)
Ten cotton t-shirts…
Nine nylon harnesses…
Eight pea-less whistles…
Seven suits for swimming…
Six bags of doggie treats…
Five fabric bumpers…
Four floating leashes…
Three things my dog loves…like uh…a ball and…a…rope…and…a…porterhouse steak…
Two life preservers…and…
My dear friend, the water dog you see!

When I go to splash camp…
I always bring with me…
Twelve pet-wrap bandage tapes… (just in case)
Eleven large-style duffle bags… (do you think I pack too much?)
Ten cotton t-shirts…
Nine nylon harnesses…
Eight pea-less whistles…
Seven suits for swimming…
Six bags of doggie treats…
Five fabric bumpers…
Four floating leashes…
Three things my dog loves…like uh…a ball and…a…rope…and…a…porterhouse steak…
Two life preservers…and…
My dear friend, the water dog you see!


The Reluctant Water Dog
(lyrics ©2004 Kate Connick)

I'm glad you like to swim, my friend.
You beckon me to try.
The problem, simply stated,
Is that I'm afraid to die!

Monsters lurk beneath those waves.
Fish want to bite my paws.
Worse yet, you may remember,
you allowed me to watch "Jaws"!

The water isn't kind to you.
It swallows you right up.
If it eats all but my master's head,
it will consume this pup!

It's not that I'm not brave, you see.
I'm just striving to be sensible.
To drown your own beloved dog
would be quite reprehensible!

I don't, I won't, I can't get wet.
I'm meant to stay ashore.
If you want a dog to swim with,
talk to a Labrador!

You strap me in a PFD
so that I won't go under.
Just let me be a normal dog
and not a fashion blunder.

The truth is I get seasick, yeah.
Do you really want me nauseous?
There is a silver lining here.
It's good that I'm so cautious.

Keep your hot dogs; stuff your Kongs.
I'm not so easily bought.
To abandon all survival;
that's not so easily taught.

I don't complain; I'm not a wimp.
You haven't grasped my plea.
If you want a dripping water dog,
go find one; don't bug me!

I don't, I won't, I can't get wet.
I'm meant to stay ashore.
If you want a dog to swim with,
talk to a Labrador!

Oh all right, I didn't mean it.
In truth, it looks like fun.
I won't be getting four paws wet,
but I could offer one.

Those retrievers seem delighted
to splash and swim and play.
Woohoo, I got a toe wet.
I guess I'm on my way.

I could learn to love this,
or maybe like it just a shred.
But you'll have to work real hard
to get me past my dread.

So let's hear the praise and laughter
if you really want me wet.
Click and treat and cheer me on.
I just might train you yet!

I may, I might, I could get wet.
It's you that I adore.
So if you have some fun with me,
I'll someday leave the shore.


Spirit of the Water Dog
(lyrics ©2004 Kate Connick)

Nestled safe within the womb,
embraced in mother's ocean,
puppies born to know the bliss
of water and its motion.

In weeks, they toddle and they run.
Some few prefer the mud.
That need to seek out water
runs strongly in their blood.

Her whiskers damp and muddy,
she paddles in her dish.
To crash the waves, to leave the shore,
is this pup's greatest wish.

To float on waves, to feel so free,
Gravity defied.
The closest thing to paradise;
to swim, to be alive.

A kindred spirit takes her home.
That passion that they share
will help to build and seal a bond
that really is quite rare.

It starts with simple safety.
Teamwork takes time to grow.
But through respect and play and love,
the partnership does flow.

She swims, retrieves, delivers,
tows drowners to the shore.
And yet with all she's learned to do,
she only begs for more.

To float on waves, to feel so free,
Gravity defied.
The closest thing to paradise;
to swim, to be alive.

A life, a love, and both fulfilled.
So rich, there is no sorrow.
No excuses for what might have been,
if only for tomorrow.

Silver muzzle rests on weary paws.
Her form, lumpy now and soft.
Bones, they creak and muscles ache,
'til waves carry her aloft.

She leaves the Rimadyl at home.
Her cloudy eyes feel clearer.
The water makes her young again,
although her end grows nearer.

To float on waves, to feel so free,
Gravity defied.
The closest thing to paradise;
to swim, to be alive.

While others walk that Rainbow Bridge,
this one opts to swim.
It's no Heaven for a water dog,
unless the tide is in.

To float on waves, to feel so free,
Not bound by earthly ties.
This dog swims now in paradise;
The spirit never dies.

 


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