Forgive me Jerry, but I could not resist posting the following appalling song...

Rover's Got The Blues

They say a true love story is one which doesn't end
But how do you explain that to a man's best friend?
I've tried to cheer him up but it's all been no use
He's been howling like a pup since Rover got the blues

His passion stirred one day – by a stunning young Red Setter
My Rover sure ain't gay – he bounded off to get her
And every time he broke out he ran across the street
For Rover ain't cold blooded and she had come on heat

                Once they ran together
                But now she runs alone
                She doesn't want to sniff his bum
                Or even share his bone

They ran the fields together pursuing doggy habits
Rolling round in mud and dust and terrorising rabbits
But now he sits inside his kennel chewing my old shoes
There ain't no doubt about it – Rover's got the blues

        Dreams of setting up kennel
       Have run into a hitch
        He's sulking down a jennel            
       And calling her a BITCH!

Now Rover is all choked up that they aren't still a pair
She walks past with a pedigree dog - her nose up in the air
Whenever we walk past their house she just pretends to snooze
He's got his tail between his legs 'cos Rover's got the blues


Jennel - North English dialect word for a narrow street.