Little Grey Bungalow
"Hell-ooo! Is anybody in there?" Better hope nobody blows on that thing while she has her head in it.
My sister brought her trombone home from school, sixth grade or so, and our sheltie did that. And of course my sister blatted it. Result: poor dog ran for cover whenever the trombone came out. She never ran from my flute or piccolo, though you'd think that would have been *much* harder on a dog's ears than the slushpump.
But, Karen, it's a LOT harder to stick your head inside a flute than a saxophone!
But with a tuba, one can climb in for a nap. Ask my nephew!
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