(Enzo)
In posting these photos mum remembered the lyrics of that classic 1970’s song by “The Cars”. The lyrics sort of fit what Enzo and I get up to when we each get a cardboard roll (the long tube from the inside of things like kitchen tin foil, Gladwrap plastic film, baking paper, etc.). Mum only saves the really tough ones, and when there are two tubes we both let the good times roll.
We leap about all excited, and I shred mine to pieces as fast as I can. Shredding things makes me so happy! Enzo runs outside and uses his roll as a stick for a game of fetch with the two legged ones. Eventually, when Enzo tires, I chase after him, bark loudly (hardly unable to contain my excitement), chase him around the lawn a few times, then steal his roll and shred it too!
Let the good times roll
Let them knock you around
Let the good times roll
Let them make you a clown
Let them knock you around
Let the good times roll
Let them make you a clown
Let them leave you up in the air
Let them brush your rock and roll hair
Let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
Let the stories be told
They can say what they want
Let the photos be old
Let them show what they want
Let them leave you up in the air
Let them brush your rock and roll hair
Let the good times roll
Let the good times roll-roll
Won't you let the good times roll...
Woofs,
Riley