Day Dreaming Doggy

"Billy Blue Cannon: Don't you think everything has already been said?
Manolito Montoya: Well, possible... Did you change your mind?
Billy Blue Cannon: No.
Manolito Montoya: Then everything has not been said."

Dialogue from The High Chaparral

One minute you're fast asleep, the next minute you're riding side saddle on the sofa and imagining you are Billy Blue Cannon from The High Chaparral doing a spot of ranching.... (not that he rode side saddle but still.) aprecious has never really recovered from being informed in no uncertain terms that no way on God's earth was her younger brother going to be called Manolito Montoya (and she still does not understand why since it is a perfectly good name for a boy from Yorkshire and possibly better than the one he was actually given.)

Anyway, for the record, I would, given the chance, be Cagney rather than Lacey, Starsky rather than Hutch and Butch Cassidy rather than the Sundance Kid if we were doing some role play.

And if I had to play the dog - and why should I have to - I do not want to be that goody two shoes Lassie, thank you very much. And if I can't be Snoopy or Muttley I want to be Einstein from Back to the Future.

Mostly I would like to be Hong Kong Phooey.

In other news I thought aprecious was having a series of funny turns last night all the shouting going on and was on the verge of calling an ambulance but it turns out England just lost on penalties. Again. I could have told her that would happen. Saved her the bother of watching it. I am superhero dog, after all. With special insight and super powers.

Hong Kong Phooey, number one super guy gal,
Hong Kong Phooey, quicker than the human eye.

He's she's got style, a groovy style,
and a car that just won't stop.
When the going gets tough, he's she's really rough,
with a Hong Kong Phooey chop (Hi-Ya!)

Work, how I love thee - no, really.