Some memories are too precious to remain with only one person. Sometimes you need to share those memories with the world just because they are truly special (or truly bizar in this case). In a series of emails between me and my lovely wife we tried to best eachother with 'sticky songs'... and suddenly this lovely piece of music was awakened from a vast asleep part of my brain:

Dead puppies, dead puppies,
Dead puppies aren't much fun.

They don't come, when you call,
They don't chase squirrels at all --
Dead puppies aren't much fun.

My puppy died late last fall,
He's still rotting in the hall --
Dead puppies aren't much fun.
No, no, no ...

Mom says puppy's days are through,
She's going to throw him in the stew --
Dead puppies aren't much fun.

Dead puppies, dead puppies,
Dead puppies aren't much fun.

Dead puppies, dead puppies,
Dead puppies aren't much fun.

Dead puppies, dead puppies,
Dead puppies aren't much fun.