Sung to the tune of the Beverly Hillbillies theme
Lemme tell you the story 'bout a dog named Ed.
Couldn't find her ass if it wuz stapled to her head.
Eleven years ago today she shot straight out of the womb,
Soonafter that dang dog was saturatin' her bedroom.
Urine, that is.
Still doing it, too.
Well, next thing you know, little Ed's the last pup left.
Black patch on her cheek made her the sixth of the sextet.
Wagged at me and Heather but she growled at Uncle Mark,
"A great judge of character," I said. "Will you take a credit card?"