Music? You Call That Music?

March 1, 2007. Wow, March already. I was born in about March last year, I think. The weather was cooperating this morning, but, Helicopter Man and the Chicken Wing Dancers weren’t. They went out there at 8:00 this morning and were still there at 9:45, walking endless laps around the kids wading pool. I get dizzy just thinking about it. Tom finally gave up waiting and took me out on the park anyway. I rewarded him by following all of his commands and coming when called. I stayed right away from the dance crew.

There was even a point where Tom let me chase a couple of crows, but as soon as he called me back, I turned around and returned. He was very happy with me and I am very proud of myself. After breakfast we went and got Tom’s skates sharpened for his hockey game tonight.

In the afternoon, I think I had a mental breakdown or something. Tom picked up his guitar and started practicing. Now, this is not something new to me. The guitar has been here long before I arrived on the scene. I usually lie by Tom’s feet while he plays. He’s no Springsteen or Dylan you understand, but he is not terrible either. Today though, for some reason I went mental and started barking and barking and barking.

I wouldn’t stop and every time Tom moved the guitar I jumped back like I was afraid of it. I was not listening to my sit command and when Tom took the guitar off, it scared me even more. Finally Tom put me in my time out room (the bathroom) and closed the door. I felt better and more secure then. After five minutes or so, Tom let me out; I had a drink of water and then a cuddle with Tom.

I let him finish his practicing and afterwards he changed the strings on his guitar. It sounds even better now. Once that chore was finished, we went into the back yard for another run and chase of the ball. While we were out there, it started snowing again. Who would have believed we would get more snow in March. It’s quite unusual Tom says.