When I was very little my mother would sit me on her knee and sing this song while bouncing me:
Won't you be my pony boy?
Don't say no.
Here we go far across the sea.
Marry me, carry me far across the sea.
Giddy up. giddy up, giddy up, giddy up WHOA! Pony boy!
I don't get it either.
Anyway, the bouncing would get more and more intense until the final. "WHOA!" which would be a big buck of course and I would laugh and say, "Do it again!"
I kinda do the same thing with my dog Sebastian. (Well, I don't sit him on my knee of course.) But on Fridays one of his favorite people in the world comes to work in the front office. Every week without fail she brings him a treat and toy. We've nicknamed Friday, "Girlfriend Day!" And we must be very careful not to mention those words at any time other than Friday morning or Sebastian, expecting one of his favorite people to arrive, will sit at the back door, tail wagging for HOURS. (It is so heartbreaking. How do you explain to a dog that they misunderstood without just building their hope up higher?)
Anyway, on Friday morning I DO build the anticipation with him. When we get to the top of our block (and there is nobody in sight) I will bend down to his level, unleash him and ask him . . .
He goes tearing off directly for the door of the rectory. I don't think an overturned meat truck would distract him from his rendezvous. I follow behind, eventually unlocking the door at which he is desperately barking and letting him into the rectory and singing my heart out:
Don't you know it's Girlfriend day!
Don't say no! Here we go! Far a cross the sea . . .
Which is all innocent and fun until I realized this past week there was a houseful of visitors a witness to me singing about girlfriend day.