My dad, among many things, was a musician. He played piccolo in the Marine Corp band, trombone in the local repertoire group ‘the Highlanders’, and the reveille on his trumpet Christmas morning if you were not awake and present. My dad played his music for his country, for occasional money but mostly for the sheer joy of it. It was in essence who he was, a musician.
The one who seemed to delight the most in his playing was Shotty, the collie/German shepherd puppy with half a tail who dad brought home one late afternoon. Sitting together on the grassy hill next to our house dad would play his trumpet while Shotty would throw back his head and howl, a duet of sorts. Shotty ‘sang’ with abandon, his joy palpable.
There is something sacred about the bond between a man and his dog. For a brief moment nothing else existed except the beautiful cacophony of their duet. Two friends sharing a moment of joy in the midst of whatever else life had to offer. A man and his dog is a beautiful thing.
PJ, love that picture and remember all too well how those two would carry on! What a special dog with an ear for fine music, and your Dad who would save any animal in need. They were a priceless pair!
This story just makes me feel good inside! Love It!
Thanks Laura….it “makes me smile”
The photo in ” Uncommon Duet” is such a beautiful snapshot of a moment captured in time, one of those moments that make life worth living. I can practically hear the music your Dad and dog are making.