I have always sang songs to my animals. If you’ve heard my singing voice you’ll know why they are the only ones who will live with me. It started with the cats. I had two great cats. Broderick Catford and Rayette DiPesto. Rayette DiPesto was the Karen Black character in Five Easy Pieces. I lived on Broderick Street and thought if he ever got out I wanted to be able to stand on my porch and yell the name of my street over and over again and have the cat come home. Neither ever got out.
And of course the song I sang to them was:
Then came Xica da Silva. She was named after a character in a Brazilian film of the same name. Back then Bravo was a station that played foreign and indie films. They would have never considered, actually, I can’t imagine their disgust at the idea of airing a show such as The Real Housewives of Orange County. Xica da Silva was on heavy rotation. I can remember laying on the couch at the apartment on Broderick Street watching it for about the 10th time just because. And when that little black puppy came into my life, I named her Xica da Silva
Did I mention that Miriam Makeba sang the song? I’m sure the dogs wouldn’t like her version as much and Xica loved mine.
Toby didn’t have a song, but Beauregard has his own song that I sang to him since the day he arrived.
And it was the most fitting song for him.
OK, that was a great version of that song. Perhaps better than mine.
Rita is a no brainer. It’s not my first choice but it’s the only one the really works.
Sometimes she gets this one.
Especially when I think of this picture.
And poor Bubba doesn’t have a song. I can’t believe there isn’t a country song out right now that has a good Bubba reference, but for now the poor dog doesn’t have to listen to my singing. And he thinks that’s a good thing.
But Ike is another story. That poor dog has heard nothing but the Eisenhower jingle for days. And I think he likes it.
Or maybe he’s just bored.
I think right now his answer to Eisenhower or Turner would be Turner.
But we don’t like that Ike.