Barking up the wrong tree

Every time I hear a really poor jingle on the radio or TV, I always think that the singers were always the best singers in their junior high and high school and church choirs and choral groups, and had then headed off to NY or LA or what-have-you to reach the upper brackets of show bidness, such as being one of the backup singers for Beyonce before being discovered and having big hit records of their own.

Or, alternately, winding up singing "800-588-2300...emPIRE!!!"  Or ..."LUNA!!!!!!!!!!!" or some other jingle.

I have time to think about a lot of things, you see.  And I feel sorry for the people who shot for the moon and wound up in Cleveland, singing on McDonald's jingles.

And then there are those who go into broadcasting, hoping to produce the Letterman show or be a camera operator, twirling knobs at the FOX News, trying to bring Steve Doocy's face, if not his thoughts, into focus.

Many people who had dreams of being involved in television for humans are going to have to settle for jobs on the newest network to come along.

Yes, friends, it's DOG TV, where for just $9.99 per month, old Poochie or Fido or Dizzy or Hammerhead can sit in front of the TV all day while you go out and earn another $9.99 to pay for it.  If you click on the link, you can see a little promo on YouTube and get to envision what Snoopy will see when he plops down.

Of course, competitive channels will pop up, and they will show dogs how to get a better grip on the mailman's pants and how to hide behind the tire of a Chevy to get the drop on that squirrel that shows up every morning.  And then someone will have The Cat Channel and Parakeet TV and Ferret Place and where will it end?

I thought dogs liked to watch old sitcoms anyway.  This old dog does!