My old dog Sammy surprised me shortly after my wife brought him from the pound. I was playing Chopin or Scriabin and he was just lying there, sleeping or resting. The first time I played Blues in front of him, he got up, threw his head back, and howled! He would stop only when I stopped playing the Blues. He never paid any attention to other music, no matter how loudly or softly it was played! This is his Memorial! Sam, the "re-incarnated" Bluesman!
@donmead Saw that one coming! :)
Dorje1428 1 year ago
It appears that the dog is the one with the talent.
donmead 1 year ago