Dixie the Tiny Dog

Artist Peter Himmelman

UPDATE: The mp3 source was removed but here it is on video!

Thanks to 'Bridget' and 'Rudy' for the tip about this fun song, written from the point of view of a dachshund named 'Dixie,' by singer/songwriter Peter Himmelman. It's not a new song, but it's new to us, and it's hilarious! Have a listen by clicking here and have a great spring day. This song is available on a rare Himmelman album: KFOG Acoustic Sunrise. mp3 source

Dixie the Tiny Dog

I'm a tiny dog named Dixie,

I have small feet which pitter patter on the linoleum floor,

You can hear my toenails in the middle of the night.

My tag says I belong to the Johnsons, but they don't own me,

They just feed me, they just bought me one day.

No one owns me, I'm Dixie the tiny dog.

And in the middle of the day I sit in the sun

And I hear young children call me a weiner dog,

Perhaps that's what I am.

The Germanic term is dachshund, and I like that,

I'm thin and I'm proud and no one can make fun of me.

I can slip through the bars of a prison if I were ever incarcerated,

But I don't know what I would do wrong.

My body yields no evil inclinations.

I'm a pure weiner dog.

My name is Dixie and I go dancing 'cross the floor

In the evening of the Johnsons when everyone is sleeping.

Sometimes I look for a morsel of food, but they're so clean

They're almost anal-retentive in their cleanliness habits

And there's nothing for me.

But I don't despair

Because I know tomorrow my Gaines Burgers will be there

And they will unwrap the plastic from them

And then feed me this succulent dish, and I will eat.

And oh, I've watched the German Shepherds with their long necks,

Their graceful necks, dipping into the toilet to drink whenever they want

To have a drink of cool water in that well.

But I must plead, I must beg, I must whine

For Mr. Johnson to put out my bowl,

Or one of the Johnson boys to refill it after I drink it,

Because I'm Dixie the dog and I like water.

And in the middle of the night you can see me dancing

A small Fred Astaire tap dance, with my little toenails

They go click click click against the linoleum

And I run down the hall and I slide

And the back of me goes in front of me . . . slowly.

I'm long and I'm thin. I'm Dixie the tiny dog and I like it.