We have a visitor this week. Though she seems to be sleeping so demurely beneath the computer desk, this little pooch has great energy and stamina, and a distinctive voice, particularly in the middle of the night. She's a definite daddy's girl, and quickly accepted Dandelionslayer as a temporary idol. The little boys idolize her in turn. To attract her attention, they fill the air with whistles and claps and cries of "Hey, Lucy!" Which inevitably brings this song to my mind:
Thanks, Weird Al!
