Piano Hound

Someone Else In Our Home Is Getting Music Lessons

Listening to Little Bean play piano the other day, it seemed like something was off. I peeked into the room.

“Uh, what ya doing?”

She looked at me like I was daft. “Teaching Pip how to play piano.”

Of course.

The most patient dog in the world was being held in her lap, paws against the keys, as she (or he) played Pop Goes the Weasel.

With Pip, it’s hard to say if he likes something or not. Looking forlorn is basically how he always looks. He can be happy and playing but still looks pitiful and sad.

“Does he like that?”

“Why wouldn’t he?” she said

Pip’s tail was wagging so it seemed like he was fine. I tried to calculate in my head the reasons why a dog shouldn’t have his paws on the piano keys but couldn’t really come up with anything.

“Uh, ok well, make sure you wipe things down when he’s done.” That was the best I could come up with.

And so the dog played piano as I did the laundry and another surreal night slipped away. I just hope the fish doesn’t get any ideas.