Brandy
is a 7 year old Cocker Spaniel almost pure bread. Her Great Grandfather
was a champion show dog. Brandy, as I noted in a previous Blog, is The Love of My Life....shh, don't tell Hubby!
The
thing about Brandy is that she doesn't know she's a dog. Even though
she can't speak English, she can spell. "C-A-R" and you've got a 30lb
ball of fur barking and racing around with anticipation. Say "Walk"
along with the word "Go" and you've got a problem. "Cheerio's" and she
won't leave you alone until she gets some.
Then
there's her garbage fetish. The second we leave the house, Brandy goes
to the kitchen, opens the cabinet under the sink, and removes every bit
of garbage from the pail down to the very last coffee ground. It's been
such a problem that we installed child proof locks to deal with it. Yet,
I think she knows to look to see if the lock thingy is attached or not.
If that white knobby thing is there...yippee! they've forgotten and
it's a garbage frenzy.
What sets Brandy apart from other dogs is that she is musical AND she has an ear for certain kinds of music.
One
day, I was playing my piano. Just songs and pieces that I enjoy. I
played some pop tunes and nothing happened, but when I started on the
classical.....a very low beyond mournful sound was emitted from my
puppy's mouth. It is a sound that is just impossible to put into words.
It wasn't a painful yowl. It was somewhat melodic. Harmonious.
Let's test this. I thought.
Elton John........ Nothing.
Scarlatti.
aR-aWWWooooooooooooR.
Billy Joel.......... Nothing.
Diabelli.
AAAwwooooooo-aWWooooooRRRRR
Yup!
Brandy~Puppy The Super Dog can sing. She can spell, she helps me to
keep the kitchen floor swept and I love her to bits. Kibbles and Bits
that is!
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