A Song In Honor Of Brooke's 11th Gotcha Day

I wrote this song for Brooke's 10th birthday, but I think it deserves a reboot in honor of her 11th "Gotcha Day," as greyhound adoption people call the anniversary of the day that we brought our beloved hounds home. Not much has changed in the last two and a half years, except that now she begs to have her teeth brushed and I have to beg her to eat most of the time. But she's still my sweet, exasperating, funny, incredibly beautiful, darling girl. She's just such a character, I'm so grateful for every moment that I've been able to spend with her.

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Sung to the tune of How Do You Solve A Problem Like Maria from The Sound of Music. And heavily lifted from the same:

She runs around and scrapes her knee
She likes to sniff my hair
She barks at me before dinner
And sleeps upon the stair
I'd like to think she loves me
But she really doesn't care
I even caught her trying to run away!

She's always late for teeth brushing
And she sheds a great deal
She's always late for everything
Except for every meal
I hate to have to say it
But I very firmly feel
Brookie's not an asset to the household

I'd like to say a word in her behalf
Brookie makes me laugh

How do you solve a problem like my Brookie?
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
How do you find a word that means my Brookie?
A flibbertijibbet! A will-o'-the wisp! A clown!

Many a thing you know you'd like to tell her
Many a thing she ought to understand
But how do you make her stay
And listen to all you say
How do you keep a wave upon the sand

Oh, how do you solve a problem like Brookie?
How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?

When I'm with her I'm confused
Out of focus and bemused
And I never know exactly where I am
Unpredictable as weather
She's as flighty as a feather
She's a darling! She's a demon! She's a lamb!

She'd outpester any pest
Drive a hornet from its nest
She could throw a whirling dervish out of whirl
She is gentle! She is wild!
She's a riddle! She's a child!
She's a headache! She's an angel!
She's a girl!

How do you solve a problem like Brookie?
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
How do you find a word that means Brookie?
A flibbertijibbet! A will-o'-the wisp! A clown!

Many a thing you know you'd like to tell her
Many a thing she ought to understand
But how do you make her stay
And listen to all you say
How do you keep a wave upon the sand

Oh, how do you solve a problem like Brookie?
How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?