Okay, as promised, the song I sing to Frieda. For many more (and very wonderful lyrics of songs people sing to their dogs and cats, go to my Facebook Page.) This to the tune of “I Dreams I Saw St. Augustine,” by Bob Dylan. Thanks, Bob.

Frieda Song

“I dreamed I saw my Frieda run as fast as birds or bees,

Tearing through these quarters as the rabbits and chipmunks flee,

With the forest underneath her feet and collar of solid gold

Searching for the hapless things whose souls are about to be sold.

Pursue, pursue, she howled so loud the raccoons did nearly faint

Come out, you furry dinner meals to speak your sad complaints,

No creature is among you now to stare our Frieda down,

But on you flee fast anyhow, pursued by the ferocious hound.

I dreamed I saw my Frieda run with every fiery breath,

running down the squirrel she sees and truckers scared to death,

Oh, I yelled and yelled in anger, “Frieda, you come here right now!”

If you don’t come I’ll kick your ass, I lied and lied and lied,

I put my fingers to the glass and bowed my head and cried.

I dreamed I saw my Frieda jump the fence in front of me,

Tearing down the road for miles in the utmost state of glee

Oh, run, oh run, my Frieda dear, my voice you will not hear,

my shouts  will not obey, but this I have to say,

one day you will live your dreams, and catch up with a deer.”