A/N: Yes, this fic is odd. I accept flames.

The Lhasa King

('Circle of Life', or a fully butchered version of it starts playing)

From the day we arrive on the planet

And blinking, step into the sun

There's more to eat

Than can ever be eaten

More to play with

Than can ever be played

Some say run or be run over,

Some say eat some dog food,

But all think right,

During that twilight bark.

You should never eat more than you can.

On the Carpet of Life

It's the chewtoy of all

It's the jump on the couch

It's the brand of food

'Til we find our place

On the rug unwinding

On the carpet

The Carpet of Life

Some of us fall off the couch

And some of us sleep on fluffy pillows

And some of us sleep through our troubles

And some have to live with the cats

There's far too much to snack on here

More hours to sleep than can ever be slept

With the lamp blinding bright

In the living room,

Keeps Great Danes and Lhasas on the endless rug

On the Carpet of Life

It's the chewtoy of all

It's the leap on the couch

It's the brand of food....

BACKGROUND CHARACTER: Enough!

DIRECTOR: (all-powerful voice) Oh, sorry.

(We zoom to a kennel)

DIRECTOR: Here we are.

BACKGROUND: You can leave now!

DIRECTOR: Bwagh! The scenery's talking!!!

BACKGROUND: You just abbreviated my name! Jesus Christ!

DIRECTOR: (beat) Oh. Continue.

BACKGROUND: I don't have any lines.

KENNEL ATTENDANT: (walking in, carrying a small Lhasa Apso pup) Hey, everyone! Two announcements! One, SARAPI gave birth. Two, I freakin' hate my job.

KENNEL ATTENDANT 2: Oh, shaddup, RYAN!

RYAN: Don't tell me to shaddup, ZACH!

ZACH: Everyone knows you hate your job!

RYAN: Meh....you're right. Anyway, here he is.

(He presents the young pup)