And Twist Again

Sometimes at home , I would pick up the dog's front legs and Twist in the kitchen singing this song at the top of my lungs , while everyone was out of course.

 Scotty , the dog , didn't seem to mind.  He would wag that big tail of his , do a few steps to keep his balance and pant until there was a puddle of saliva on the linoleum.

Whenever , I started singing , the dog would jump up , put his two paws on my chest and start jigging  his back legs . All ready to dance. I could always count on him. I would have to credit Scotty for my distinct style of twist.