That dog reminds me of CharlieGodammit. He would start howling as soon as I started singing. I'm not sure if he was just joining in or making a statement about my musical talents.
I played in a band, mostly saxophones, a little guitar. I used to have a lot of requests if I sang. Things like, sing solo. So low that nobody can hear that noise. Or sing long ago and far away. That is why they made me play mostly sax, and a few times, flute. But it got to be too much of a pain to haul all of those instruments to gigs and practices. I was hauling a main tenor sax, and a backup tenor, an alto sax, an acoustic guitar, plus a flute, and a couple of mikes and a monitor speaker. I finally told them I was not going to do all of that hauling when I only played a couple songs with some of the things. But from the looks on the woman's face, it was not the howling she minded, the dog jumped up and farted right next to her. My tiny dog does that, and it smells like somebody killed a skunk.
He’s really into it. The reaction is similar to what happened to me when I tried the karaoke in a club in Shanghai. They take it really seriously over there.
And if you recall, the Beatles split up shortly thereafter. My wife (who actually saw the Beatles THREE TIMES!) still hates Yoko. Not that she holds a grudge or anything.
Some dogs love to do that. They don't care if you sing well or not. They just like to sing along.
I once had an aunt named Loretta who was a nun. About 20 years ago, she died of cancer. I attended her funeral at a little country church where she would be buried. It was a very cold day in January.
After the funeral mass, we all walked to the cemetery for the burial service. As we made our way to the grave site we all noticed a stray dog lurking around the cemetery hiding behind tombstones. When we got to the grave site, the priest started the service which included a small choir made up of about ten other nuns. When they started to sing their first hymn, darned if that dog didn't come out from hiding and start to howl along with the choir. It was very entertaining. At the funeral meal later, someone took some food out to feed the dog but it was nowhere to be found. The consensus was that dog was Loretta come to say goodby.
Hi Kenny,
ReplyDeleteCharlie Loved You!!!!!!
'Nuff said!!!
skybill
I played in a band, mostly saxophones, a little guitar. I used to have a lot of requests if I sang. Things like, sing solo. So low that nobody can hear that noise. Or sing long ago and far away.
ReplyDeleteThat is why they made me play mostly sax, and a few times, flute. But it got to be too much of a pain to haul all of those instruments to gigs and practices.
I was hauling a main tenor sax, and a backup tenor, an alto sax, an acoustic guitar, plus a flute, and a couple of mikes and a monitor speaker. I finally told them I was not going to do all of that hauling when I only played a couple songs with some of the things.
But from the looks on the woman's face, it was not the howling she minded, the dog jumped up and farted right next to her. My tiny dog does that, and it smells like somebody killed a skunk.
pigpen51
He’s really into it. The reaction is similar to what happened to me when I tried the karaoke in a club in Shanghai. They take it really seriously over there.
ReplyDeleteMuch like when Yoko insisted on singing with the Beatles.
ReplyDeleteAnd if you recall, the Beatles split up shortly thereafter. My wife (who actually saw the Beatles THREE TIMES!) still hates Yoko. Not that she holds a grudge or anything.
DeleteA college roommate could get his dog to do that within about 2 seconds by playing the harmonica.
ReplyDeleteSome dogs love to do that. They don't care if you sing well or not. They just like to sing along.
ReplyDeleteI once had an aunt named Loretta who was a nun. About 20 years ago, she died of cancer. I attended her funeral at a little country church where she would be buried. It was a very cold day in January.
After the funeral mass, we all walked to the cemetery for the burial service. As we made our way to the grave site we all noticed a stray dog lurking around the cemetery hiding behind tombstones. When we got to the grave site, the priest started the service which included a small choir made up of about ten other nuns. When they started to sing their first hymn, darned if that dog didn't come out from hiding and start to howl along with the choir. It was very entertaining. At the funeral meal later, someone took some food out to feed the dog but it was nowhere to be found. The consensus was that dog was Loretta come to say goodby.