Oh boy, no popcorn but we got to lick ice cream bowls!   Plopping onto our dog beds, we then curled up to watch. ..

Last week – ‘Pants on the ground’ . . .  this week – Smarty Pants!  LA = BIG egos  and flirtatious contestants.   Two self-proclaimed geniuses went home with their tail [...]]]>

Oh boy, no popcorn but we got to lick ice cream bowls!   Plopping onto our dog beds, we then curled up to watch. ..

Last week – ‘Pants on the ground’ . . .  this week – Smarty Pants!  LA = BIG egos  and flirtatious contestants.   Two self-proclaimed geniuses went home with their tail between their legs (oh yeah, we know that feeling) because they forgot their lyrics!   Luckily, one proclaimed his love for pepperoni, so he gets a Paws Up from us.  Yumm!

Guest judge Avril Lavigne wore a hoodie with what looked like kitty cat ears but Katie Perry and Kara had a little cat fight ….. are we sensing a theme here?    Meeeeow!

Singing sminging!  Who cares?  These guys are sooo much fun to watch.

Contestant Jason was cockier that a poodle in a fashion show and so sure he could win Katy’s heart AND go to Hollywood .  Now, more desperate than a Jack Russell with a tennis ball, he gave Ryan his phone number – Whoa!!  That went over well.

Dallas had Julie, with a blue sparkly dress and matching eye shadow (Woof!  Did she use a butter knife to apply it?).    She needed a muzzle and a little ass-kickin’ to get her off the stage.   Security!

Guest judge Neil-Patrick Harris, a.k.a. Doggie Howser, got into a bit of a scrap with Simon, more bark than bite in our opinion.   And fake-nemesis Ryan gave Simon a tribute for being a good sport in putting up with all the weirdo contestants.  Now we know why he growls a lot.

But wait!  With a crack of a whip, a swish of her fake leather skirt, and a click of her boots, Erica made her entrance!  She then sang the Barney song – you know the one that makes you willing to go out to pee in a rainstorm just to get away from it.   Were we still in LA?  Looking like a dominatrix lion tamer, she continued to sing her way to a golden ticket.  What fun!

Joe Jonas also judged but . . . yawn!  He needs the rest of his litter to stir up some excitement.

Lastly, Simon’s worst nightmare, the lovely Miss Vanessa – Painfully pink but a good sport – we’ll see her in the outtakes.  And we’ll see you next week when the Idol  team heads to Orlando.

Phew! we’re pooped.

Signing off,

3 Idle Dogs

We have one vice we’ll admit to…. American Idol…And they talk to us.  Randy is always asking [...]]]> 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.