Oh Christmas Duck! O Christmas Duck!
Man you aren't gonna beleeeeeeeeeeeeeve it!
I got the best duck for Christmas! This is the best duck of all time! I mean this is the duckie de tutti duckies!
Ok ok, so Christmas Duck looks a little beat up for being only like a week old. But hey I work my duckies hard! And guess what? Christmas Duck is washable!
Ok, so this package comes in the mail alllllllllllllll the way from California. It's addressed to me. That's right, the box said TOSCA on it, no fooling around. Well let me tell you there isn't a package or bag that gets past the front door without going through me to begin with. But to see Mom say OH TOSCA IT's FOR YOUUUUUUUUUU! just flipped me out.
So Mom and I opened the package and out popped Christmas Duck. And guess who it was from? My friend Gonzo in California! Now Gonzo's a cat. You got a problem with that? Huh? I didn't think so.
Well but so anyways, I was so excited when Mom took Christmas Duck out of the box, I could barely let her cut off the tags. I was that excited. So guess what else? Christmas Duck comes with these two matching plush eggs that you shove up his...um...orifice and they squeak! Guess what else? He comes with two auxiliary eggs in case I lose an egg or rip it to shreds like I recently did to one of my other poor ducks in the collection. Secretly, Mom is seriously considering transplanting one of Christmas Duck's auxilary squeak eggs into my other duck that I took the squeaker out of that Mom can't find. That's because she thinks I ate it. I ain't sayin' nuthin'.
Anyways, I have been totally preoccupied with Christmas Duck since he arrived. This explains the dirt, but hey it's my duck, right? Anyways, I was up one night admiring Christmas Duck and I couldn't help but just burst into song as I squeaked him outside Mom's bedroom door at 3 AM.
(Sung To the Tune of O Christmas Tree)
O Christmas Duck!
O Christmas Duck!
I really love my Christmas Duck!
I quack him here,
I quack him there.
I quack him pretty much everywhere.
O Christmas Duck!
O Christmas Duck!
You really are a stroke of luck!
I quack him hard,
I quack him light,
I keep my Mommy up at night...
O Christmas Duck!
O Christmasssssssss Duckkkkkkkkk!
I really LOVE my Christmas Duck!
Ok ok, so I'm not Lord Byron or Keats or somebody, whoever the heck they are. But you get the point. I love this duck! You guys can see Gonzo in the pics below. Is he macho or what????
I invite you all to come up with more stanzas to my song if you think you can do any better. Harumph! Just watch your pantameter you hear?????
I got the best duck for Christmas! This is the best duck of all time! I mean this is the duckie de tutti duckies!
Ok ok, so Christmas Duck looks a little beat up for being only like a week old. But hey I work my duckies hard! And guess what? Christmas Duck is washable!
Ok, so this package comes in the mail alllllllllllllll the way from California. It's addressed to me. That's right, the box said TOSCA on it, no fooling around. Well let me tell you there isn't a package or bag that gets past the front door without going through me to begin with. But to see Mom say OH TOSCA IT's FOR YOUUUUUUUUUU! just flipped me out.
So Mom and I opened the package and out popped Christmas Duck. And guess who it was from? My friend Gonzo in California! Now Gonzo's a cat. You got a problem with that? Huh? I didn't think so.
Well but so anyways, I was so excited when Mom took Christmas Duck out of the box, I could barely let her cut off the tags. I was that excited. So guess what else? Christmas Duck comes with these two matching plush eggs that you shove up his...um...orifice and they squeak! Guess what else? He comes with two auxiliary eggs in case I lose an egg or rip it to shreds like I recently did to one of my other poor ducks in the collection. Secretly, Mom is seriously considering transplanting one of Christmas Duck's auxilary squeak eggs into my other duck that I took the squeaker out of that Mom can't find. That's because she thinks I ate it. I ain't sayin' nuthin'.
Anyways, I have been totally preoccupied with Christmas Duck since he arrived. This explains the dirt, but hey it's my duck, right? Anyways, I was up one night admiring Christmas Duck and I couldn't help but just burst into song as I squeaked him outside Mom's bedroom door at 3 AM.
(Sung To the Tune of O Christmas Tree)
O Christmas Duck!
O Christmas Duck!
I really love my Christmas Duck!
I quack him here,
I quack him there.
I quack him pretty much everywhere.
O Christmas Duck!
O Christmas Duck!
You really are a stroke of luck!
I quack him hard,
I quack him light,
I keep my Mommy up at night...
O Christmas Duck!
O Christmasssssssss Duckkkkkkkkk!
I really LOVE my Christmas Duck!
Ok ok, so I'm not Lord Byron or Keats or somebody, whoever the heck they are. But you get the point. I love this duck! You guys can see Gonzo in the pics below. Is he macho or what????
I invite you all to come up with more stanzas to my song if you think you can do any better. Harumph! Just watch your pantameter you hear?????
7 Foot Bites:
Tosca luffs my ducky!!! That means she luffs me!!! Take that Hanson or Hobson or whatever your name is. Tosca thinks my ducky is the best ducky of all and some day she is gonna date me and we are gonna be one fine looking couple. She aint got no hang ups on the bi-species thing. :::::::::::gonzo spins in circles and chirps and trills like the maine coon kitty he is::::::::::
I am glad you like the ducky Tosca. Just don't squeek it around me because I am afraid of squeeks.
your pal gonzo
Gonzo that's the best duckie of all time!
Gonzo try not to pick on Hudsy. He's a really cool dood and he's a rescue just like you!
Now I don't want you guys fighting over perfect me. I love all my boyfriends. I'm a perfect Collie so I can have lots of boyfriends, it's my dog-god given right! Believe me, you think it's easy being perfect?
I aint no rescue. My brudders are rescues, but not me. I am the real deal with papers and everything. I gots a birth certificate and CFA papers with my family tree. I can show pictures back 5 generations of coonies. I will not pick on Herman, but I am the only cat you are allowed to date. I don't want to catch nothing from no other cats.
Happy New Year.
gonzo
OK OK, seems fair, right guys? Geeze, cats are a lot different from dogs. I mean Whoa!
Gotta run. Mojo is whacking me in the head again.
Hey, Gonzo or Bozo or whatever you're called, I'm not sure what I think of this inter-species relationship thing. Tosca, are you serious about this guy??? I mean, jeez, he seems okay for a CAT, and I know you like them for friends and all, but dating? Well, whatever floats yer boat, I guess. It is cool that he gave you a present, though!
You look very happy with the new duckie, and I love the song! Happy New Year!
-Hudson
Boys, Yeesh!
I'm cowering in the corner here with all this testosterone. And Dog's Aye hasn't even weighed in yet!
Gasp!
We're BAAAAAACCCKKK! We think cats are great and would date them if dogmom didn't go into sneezing fits when she sees one!
We like your new duckie! Would you share it if we come visit? Although... you should know... that anything with stuffing doesn't last more than 10 minutes with Gomer around. So dogmom won't spend more than a dollar on our toys.
We have a possible new verse for your duckie song...
Oh Christmas Duck, oh Christmas duck, we love your yellow body. Your bill is pink, it makes us think, that you're a girl like Tosca!
Your favorite DogsAyeView guys... Gomer and Opie!
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