To a Different Drummer

I have been working my tail off trying to catch up with Jill Pribyl, world renowned dancer and choreographer. Between New York and Uganda she's been stunning the dance world for the last several years. She is, if my lead is correct, a part of the Okulamba Dance Theater,Uganga.
Anyway, as I was sniffing out a lead, suddenly I couldn't’t stop my two front paws from raising up into the air, "highah! highah!" said I; while on my back two paws I started to dance; I danced, frenzied, elated, transformed.
( It reminded me of the time I was preparing to interview the late Babtunde Olatunji who was performing at the UN General Assembly in Russia. Nikita Khrushchev took off his shoes and started dancing. Stole the show away from my interview plans. But I can’t blame the poor fella; when the music gets in ya, be you man or beast you cannot resist. Especially those drums!)
Tell ya what I’ll do, (pa tahtah pa tah tah papa tah) until I can find Jill and her troupe I’ll hook you up to one of Africa’s greatest drummer/musician/social activist/teacher there ever was. Babtunde Oatunji, my hat’s off to you, sir. You may not be with us on this tilting planet anymore, but, brother, the beat goes on.
please visit the world wide web at olatunji.com
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Neglected!

This is a story about neglect.
(Before I complain about the way my granny is neglecting me, I must apologize for neglecting my journalistic duties. I, uh...(scratching ears with back paw) don't have a valid excuse. heh heh…)
But my granny, on the other paw, has been far far too preoccupied with Amy. Amy this; Amy that… “Amy Waymie pudding and pie…” AGHHHHH I am sick of it. Ever since Amy came to visit I have had to retreat to places of hiding that are simply insulting for a dog of my stature. For example, just yesterday I tried to offer her a peace-rope; she chased me under the foot stool! Under a foot stool! A stool for feet. Can you imagine how ridiculous I looked?
She plays with tennis balls and she leaves them all over the house; I on the other hand, return them to their proper bucket when I have finished a game. (Well, OK, I don’t actually do that, but Buddy did, and I am his protégé, so one day I will do it…it is just not true, yet.
Granny, consider this a formal warning: don’t forget the senior members of your pack! We have feelings too. Just because we are not deaf and blind doesn’t mean you can neglect us! Pet us, please, and tell us you love us once in a while…would it kill ya to throw us a bone now and then?
Hmph.