Over the past week my wife was out of town. That left me alone with my two hairy roomies. One hairy roomie almost never barks anymore. Why should he? He’s got Stormy to take up that “full throated cry” and do his work.

On more than one occasion I either had to laugh or lose my mind. With my knee out of service I couldn’t just walk across the yard and collar her when she drifted into “the zone” where dogs only hear their own voice and barking is everything. I chose to laugh. Except for the last morning at 0600 when she ran out and started barking at an unknown source of hatred. And then Edzell joined in from the stairs.  I had to stump out and bring them both in or risk gunfire from the neighbors.

Glaring at me for standing in her barking spot. She can’t bark if I’m blocking her and it makes her crazy.

This made me think of the perfect song for my girl: Barking Queen. The words are posted below the video. It is sung to the tune of ABBA’s Dancing Queen.

You can bark, you can howl, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, diggin’ the barking queen

Dark of night and the yard light’s on
Looking out for the place to go
Where they play the bird’s music, annoying on the wing
You just seem insane
Any barking would be just fine
Night is young and the moon’s high
With a bit of bark musing, everything is fine
You’re in the mood to run
And when you get the chance…

You are the barking queen, young and sweet, only seven years
Barking queen, feel the beat from the trash can machine
You can bark, you can dive, having the time of your life
See that dog, watch that scene, diggin’ the barking queen

You’re a spinner, you bark your song
Leave them screaming and then you’re gone
Looking out for another, anyone will do
You’re in the mood to bark
And when you get the chance…

You are the barking queen, young and sweet, only seven years
Barking queen, feel the beat from the trash can machine
You can bark, you can dive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, diggin’ the barking queen