My dog, Riley, tends to howl whenever I play my harmonica or pennywhistle. Her latest concert happened as I was playing "Shenandoah" to placate the mountain gods at Buzzards Rock on Read Mountain in Roanoke County, Virginia.
As I neared the end of the first verse, she rammed me and messed up my ending. Then in the middle of the second verse, she rammed me harder. With the song busted beyond repair and the camera still rolling, I launched into a little square dance type piece I play from time to time.
Riley immediately went off. Now I don't claim to understand why she howls. I don't know if she's excited or bothered by my noise, but if she hates it, she sure seems to enjoy it after its over.
As I neared the end of the first verse, she rammed me and messed up my ending. Then in the middle of the second verse, she rammed me harder. With the song busted beyond repair and the camera still rolling, I launched into a little square dance type piece I play from time to time.
Riley immediately went off. Now I don't claim to understand why she howls. I don't know if she's excited or bothered by my noise, but if she hates it, she sure seems to enjoy it after its over.
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