Sunday, February 8, 2009

La la la de de da bababadoo

Sing us a song, you're the piano dog
Sing us a song bababadoo
Well, we're all in the bababamood for a melody
And you've got us feelin alright

Bababadoo, that's me! The piano dog. I can play just about anything. I'm *particilarly* fond on Beethoven. The movie, not the composer, bababadoo. Anyway, just here playing the piano and bababadooing around. Yes, bababadoo, bababadoo is now a verb. I leave you with some lyrics from that great artist Babababilly Joel.

Now John bababadoo is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or bababado up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather babababe
He says, bababadoo, Mr. Joe, I believe this is killing me.
As the smile ran away from his snout
Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could not be a dog

Oh, la la la, de de da Bababadoo
Until next time,

Friday, February 6, 2009


Well, hello to all my faithful readers and a bababadoo to you too. Last night was not a good night. I got sicker than a... well bababadoo, I was going to say sicker than a dog but, uh, I am a dog. So, let's just say I got REALLY sick. It was gross. No seriously, take my word for it.

There's not much else to talk about today. I'm eating my chicken noodle soup and resting up bababadoo 'cause I don't want to be sick for my trip to FunGomery, the land of good times. I hope you are all feeling better than I bababado do.

Until next time,

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Bababawalkin along, singin this blog...

Bababadoo and good morning to you.

I hope that you are well this morning. I feel rather negligent in not telling you this in an earlier post but, uh, bababadoo, you should know that my voice sounds a lot like Louis Armstrong. Think raspy and jazzy and that's my voice. So, when you read this, you should read it in my true voice. Bababadoo.

So, what happened yesterday? I spent most of the day hanging out with my mom in the office. It was a nice day but it got a little cold outside. I stayed inside as much as possible. As you can see in my picture, I kept my jacket on because of the cold. By the way, bababadoo, that's a picture of me bababablogging on my laptop. Well, it's actually my mom's laptop but I take it when she's not looking or when she leaves me. Well, bababadoo, not much else going on. I think I'm going to go and eat a cupcake when no body's looking.

Until next time,


Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Bababadoo Good Morning

Uh, Bababadoo Good Morning,
I had a good night's sleep last night but I was kind of pissed 'cause my mom left me alone. Bababadoo, I don't like it when she does that. I kinda like to sleep on her bed and stretch out when she's gone though. While she was out of the cabin I played her Xbox but had trouble with it 'cause what I really need are opposable thumbs. (That's my angry face 'cause I'm fed up with this game bababadoo)

I was very excited to see her this morning and now I'm gonna go romp in the leaves bababadoo.

Until next time,

Tuesday, February 3, 2009


Bababadoo, my name is Mr. Joe wadadidopdopdoo. I'm a Labrador Retriever that lives at Camp Lake Stephens. Uh, bababadoo, I sure do like it here. I get to run and play and... to be honest with you I don't like either of those things. Really I'd be happy if I could just stay inside all of the time. Bababadoo, in fact, that IS pretty much all I do. I'm 12 years old which means that, bababadoo, I'm wise. There is one of those young ones around here. His name is Wendell. Bababadoo, he's a nice young chap but sometimes he needs to settle down. I also hang out with a gal named Dezi, she is pretty but her speech is questionable. Bababadoo, she can't even pronounce her "r's". Life is pretty good here and so I thought I should share it with you and that's what this is for. Bababadoo, I'll keep you updated.

Until next time, babababye.