American Idle –Dogs at Rest –Part 1

After a full day of chasing birds,bunnies,our tails,and each other,we’re pooped!  Push the Paws button  boys,we’re parking our little butts in front of the TV.   Mmmmm…… We smell popcorn…. it’s time for Idol!

We have one vice we’ll admit to…. American Idol…And they talk to us.  Randy is always asking  “What’s Up Dog?”  We think it’s so nice that he wants to know how we’re doing,but we’re just not sure which one of us he’s talking to.

Our paws are too big to text our votes on our Barkberries,so we want to post a weekly blog to express our opinions of who should be the next American Idol.

Yo,yo,yo, so check it out Dog:

The beginning of the season is really hard to watch.  So many bad singers – they hurt our tender ears.  And what’s with all the crazy costumes?  Guitar Girl,a blue-haired accordion player,Bouncing Boob Girl? And then those guys in their sparkly,swirly,sequinny,girly outfits!  What’s up with that?

This year there are a lot of sore losers NOT going to Hollywood.  They swear and cry and won’t get off the stage.  We want to jump right through the TV and bite their butts.   Grrrrrrrrrrrrr! Move along!

Our favorites are the singing tractor guys.  When you’re riding a tractor you can sing at the top of your lungs and get good practice so you can get off the farm and go to Hollywood.  We were bawling our eyes out last year over the chicken farmer.   He was all Green Acres until he started to sing.  Whoa! And now there’s the girl from Kentucky who jumps bridges and bought her audition dress at the Dollar Store.  She said “Git me to Hollerwood”  - can someone translate?

Our tails sure were thumping  to “Pants on the ground,Pants on the ground”.  We pant on the ground too,so we can relate.  This week a guy split his jeans when his pants his the ground and we laughed so hard,we had to run to the door to be let out.

Until next time. . . “Pants on the ground,pants on the ground,lookin like a fool with your pants on the ground… ”   How appropriate.