Inventing Elvis

So, because I am myself, superbly and completely myself, I now own a coonhound from New Orleans by the name of Elvis. Actually, the yellow piece of paper from the St. Bernard Parish animal rescue society says his name is "Elvis/Buddy" but clearly that's not workable. So Elvis it is.

So what would YOU do with a coonhound from New Orleans called Elvis?

Right. You buy him red winter boots. Just til you can find blue suede shoes in his size.

You download all songs containing the words "levee" or "bayou" from iTunes and play the CD for him when you have to leave him alone in the house.

Every time you see him you assure him that he's never caught a rabbit and he ain't no friend of yours.

And you purchase him a pet tag just like this one:



Thank you, Wicked Minky. You seem to rock and I like your jewelry, doggy or otherwise.