Friday, June 17, 2011

Wimsey's Blog: Diary of a Manhattan Bloodhound #216

Entry #216

June 17, 2011

Hello Everyone, it’s me Wimsey, coming to you from Manhattan’s Upper West Side where summer seems to be having an identity crisis—one minute it’s August and the next it’s March. But fortunately I am not having an identity crisis, as I consistently remain one loud, smelly and demanding Hound. In fact my human Maria and her friend Elizabeth are trying to determine how I got so smelly so fast after my last bath. What can I say? I am gifted that way. And pity this week’s poor air conditioner installers who had to suffer through the Hound stench without ever having the compensatory pleasure of getting to meet the actual Hound. I was exiled to Elizabeth’s during the installation process owing to my propensity to supervise (i.e. interfere with) mechanical modifications being made to my abode. But it turns out the gentlemen were Hound aficionados and were deeply disappointed by my absence.

But we ran into other Hound aficionados this week, too, including K-9 Police Officer Charles Cummo who was part of a police operation in my neighborhood. The other officers were naturally quite delighted by my vocal tributes to New York’s Finest but they held a special resonance for Officer Cummo who really wanted to handle a bloodhound. Sadly the NYPD put its foot down and they very wisely insisted that he get a German Shepherd instead--German Shepherds being kind of the anti-bloodhound on account of the fact that they actually both hear and obey commands. I didn’t get to meet this paragon, as he is not good with other dogs, which was a pity as I could have given him a few pointers on how to connect with his inner Hound. It turns out that the NYPD actually has 3 bloodhounds (Maria wanted to know if they wanted a 4th) so they are all too familiar with the joys of handling (or being handled) by my kind. Hence all the German Shepherds.

And this Sunday the Tony Awards were held down the street from me and on the drag home from Central Park my humans and I encountered some attendees who wanted their picture taken with me (for some inexplicable reason my presence in close proximity to people in black tie always makes my humans nervous) and we also met a bloodhound-loving stagehand. It turns out this stagehand had a bloodhound growing up to whom he was devoted (a sentiment that was, needless to say, not reciprocated by the Hound) and he regaled us with wonderful stories of the Hound’s refusal to get out of the swimming pool and its propensity to sleep (and drool) on the guy’s head and growl if the guy tried to move. He loved his dog because it had “character,” “character” being a lot like “personality” in the pantheon of euphemisms for badly behaved canines.

But the Tonys being so close made me think of all the musicals that have won awards whose songs could use some improving:

Improved Tony Award Winning Show Tunes

Kiss Me Kate:

Why Can’t You Behave (Because I’m a Hound)

South Pacific:

Dites Moi (Dites Moi Why I‘m Living With This Disgusting Hound, Dites Moi If This Makes Me a Masochist)

Some Enchanted Evening (Some Enchanted Evening My Hound Will Sit When I Ask Him To)

There’s Nothing Like a Dame (There is Nothing Like A Hound. Fortunately.)

I’m Gonna Wash That Man Right Outta My Hair (I’m Gonna Wash That Hound Hair Right Outta of My Clothes, Or Try.)

I’m In Love With a Wonderful Man (I’m in Love With a Wonderful Hound Who is Also in Love With A Wonderful Hound)

Bloody Mary (You’ll Need a Few of These When I’m Around)

Guys and Dolls:

Luck Be A Lady (Please Don’t Be a Hound or I’ll Lose My Shirt)

The King and I:

Getting To Know You (Getting to Know Me is Getting to Need Blood Pressure Pills)

I Whistle a Happy Tune (I Whistle a Happy Tune but My Hound Still Doesn’t Come Because He’s Too Busy Chasing the Neighbor’s Cat)

Hello Young Lovers (Hello Young Lovers Messing Around There in the Grass Don’t You Wanna Pet Me Instead?)

Shall We Dance? (Shall We Roll in The Mud and Then Find Some People in Light Colored Clothing?)


Baubles, Bangles and Beads (Baubles, Bangles and Beads, They Were Delicious)

Peter Pan:

Never Never Land (Never Never Get a Hound Land)

I’ve Gotta Crow (I’ve Gotta Bay)

I’m Flying (I’m Not Really Flying It’s Just My Hound Taking Me for a Walk)

I Won’t Grow Up (I’ll Chew Up Your Stuff and Pee on the Carpet Forever)

Damn Yankees:

Whatever Lola Wants Lola Gets (Whatever My Hound Lola Wants She Steals)

My Fair Lady:

Why Can’t the English (Why Can’t the Hound Be More Like the Golden)

Wouldn’t it Be Loverly (Wouldn’t it be Loverly if Me Hound Didn’t Drool in Me Dinner)

With a Little Bit of Luck (With a Little Bit of Luck I’ll Get to Sleep Before My Hound Shoves Me Off the Bed)

I Could Have Danced All Night (I Could Have Danced All Night Except My Hound Stole My Shoes)

I’ve Grown Accustomed to Her Face (I’ve Grown Accustomed to His Stench)

The Rain in Spain (The Rain in Spain is Merely But Wet, the Drool in My Face is Disgusting)

Get Me To the Church on Time (Get Me To the Park On Time It’s Nearly Dawn)

You Did It (What Did You Do!)

On the Street Where You Live (On the Street Where I Live People Have Earplugs)

The Music Man:

76 Trombones (76 Trombones are Not Loud Enough to Drown Me Out)

‘Till There Was You (‘Till There Was You I Had a Life)

(Ya Got) Trouble ((I know) I Got Hound)

West Side Story:

Maria (No One Wants to Meet A Girl Named Maria They All Want to Meet A Hound Named Wimsey

Tonight (Tonight, Tonight Is Just Like Any Night-- My Hound Stole My Dinner and Ate the Remote for Dessert)

One Hand, One Heart (One Hound No Bras)

I Feel Pretty (I Feel Muddy)

Something’s Coming (Get the Poop Bag)

Flower Drum Song:

I Enjoy Being a Girl (I Enjoy Being a Hound But My Humans Not So Much)

The Sound of Music:

The Sound of Music (The Sound of Loud, Obnoxious Baying)

My Favorite Things (My Favorite Things Belong to You)

Climb Ev’ry Mountain (Climb Ev’ry Couch)

Sixteen Going on Seventeen (Sixteen Going on Seventeen Times You’ve Told Me to Sit)

Edelweiss (Edelweiss Every Morning I Pee on You)

Maria (What Are We Going to do About Maria and that large f****** Hound)


Let Me Entertain You (I Think You Should Entertain Me)

If Momma Was Married (If Maria Was Married She Would Soon Be Divorced)

Together, Wherever We Go (Together, Wherever We Go I’ll Drag You)

Everything’s Coming Up Roses (Nothing’s Coming Up Anything Because I Use the Garden as a Toilet)


Consider Yourself (Consider Yourself in Need of Psychiatric Care For Having a Hound)

As Long as He Needs Me (As Long As He Needs Me to Scratch His Belly I Have a Purpose in Life)

I’ll Do Anything (I Do Do Anything—it’s Why My Humans Need Valium)

Hello Dolly:

Hello Dolly (Hello Wimsey, Goodbye Pay Check)

Fiddler on the Roof:

If I Were A Rich Man (I Would Be My Hound’s Vet)

Sunrise, Sunset (The Perfect Interval for a Walk in the Park)

Tradition (Tradition Says That Everything That is Yours is Mine and Nothing That is Mine is Yours).

Man of La Mancha:

The Impossible Dream (A Hound in the Show Ring That Doesn’t Bay, Drool on the Judge, Try and Race the Other Dogs Around the Ring and Meet the Ladies)


Wilkommen (Willkommen auf den Hund Haus; Hier is die earplugs, die noseplugs und die plastikische clothings. Now Bitte Make Yourself Comfortable)

Tomorrow Belongs to Me (Everything Belongs To Me)

Promises, Promises:

I Say A Little Prayer (That My Hound Won’t Fling Drool in Your Face, Knock You Down Because You Are In His Way, Poke You in the Butt, Terrorize You With His Baying, Steal Your Water Bottle, Inhale Your Dog, Investigate the Contents of Your Shopping Bag, Take a Bite Out of Your Sandwich, Muddy Your Clothes or Cause Me To Be Sued)

I’ll Never Fall in Love Again (Because My Hound Doesn’t Share)

A Little Night Music:

Send in the Clowns (Send Out the Hound. Please)


Tomorrow (Tomorrow My Hound Might Behave. And A Genie Might Grant Me Three Wishes)

Ain’t Mishbehavin’:

Ain’t Misbehavin’ (Am too).

I Can’t Give You Anything But Love (I Can’t Give You Anything but You Have to Give Me Everything).

Les Miserables:

I Dreamed a Dream (I Dreamed a Dream That People Fed Me Delicious Things, Scratched Me, Gave Me Their Water Bottles, Admired Me and Didn’t Mind if I Made Them Wet and Smelly. Then I Realized it Was No Dream).

Well you get the idea. There really should be more shows with Hounds in them, but then I suppose if Sandy were a bloodhound Daddy Warbucks wouldn’t have been quite so interested in adopting Little Orphan Annie. And for those (wise) people unfamiliar with my kind let me say that in addition to the incessant drool flinging, lap sitting, couch shoving, food stealing, failure to obey commands, wanton destructive powers, amour propre and general sense of entitlement (I hope Officer Cummo is reading this) we are pretty unique in several other ways.

Of course you know, we tend to eschew barking for the more robust and ear splitting baying. But did you know we also make this annoying squeaky noise that sounds like a rusty hinge? Generally we do this when we want something or something is happening of which we disapprove (I personally squeak a lot). Squeaking is often a prelude to baying if the situation is not resolved to our satisfaction. Also when we greet someone we are really happy to see we nibble on their nose rather than just giving them a lick in the ordinary canine way. This can be somewhat disconcerting (and painful) if you are not prepared for it. And if we are really happy to see you we stand on our heads. This maneuver entails putting the head on the ground whilst elevating the posterior to its fullest extent and vigorously running around in a circle. Of course if we are really happy to see you we might knock you down also but any normal dog can do that but few apart from bloodhounds stand on their heads

Anyway, I think I will leave it there for this week. We are having thunderstorms and I have to sit on Maria to prevent her from being frightened.

Until next time,

Wimsey, an award winning musical Hound


The Thundering Herd said...

First, thank you for your kind comments early this week. We really appreciate our blogging friends.

As for the nose nibbling, Qannik salutes you. He loves kids and kids love him (being that he look something like the Pillsbury Dough Boy and feels like a giant teddy bear), but that nibble on a kids nose can be quite disconcerting - to the parents. We always warn that he does this - gently.

Bentley said...

Hope you got through the thunderstorms OK and are enjoying the new air conditioning. It's been raining a lot here too. Means that I can annoy my humans by taking my sweet time when outside. I don't really notice that it's raining and it seems to frustrate them a lot. I will plan to continue doing that. Ha!