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To: Rambi who wrote (45850)1/24/2000 9:49:00 PM
From: Crocodile  Read Replies (3) | Respond to of 71178
 
My husky... a female BTW... loved to howl with me...much the way that coyotes and wolves love to howl to each other at night... The husky and I used to have some great howls together... We would start off at the same pitch and volume and then I would make my howl quieter and quieter until it was just a whisper and then "nothing" and she would follow my until we were just howling silently... It was "our game".

She was a great fan of ZZ Top too... she would always come up to me and stand against my legs whenever there was a drum section in the music...the rhythmic conga drum type of percussion... There was one song in particular... I think it might be Velcro Zipper, where she push her back against my legs waiting for me to play the congas along her spine... she knew the music and loved to do that...

Unfortunately, that dog developed very aggressive bone cancer when she was 11. From the time it was diagnosed until she had to be put down, we only had about 2 weeks. On the day that I had her put down, she couldn't get up off of her side, but we had one last good howl together... our farewell to each other....

Anyhow, I think that some dogs enjoy music....



To: Rambi who wrote (45850)1/26/2000 6:52:00 PM
From: Thomas C. White  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 71178
 
And when Pavarotti sings Nessun dorma...

Gracious. Even though the plot basically has a testosterone turbocharged goofball pursuing a USDA prime bitch on wheels who just happens to a stunner, and getting a far more deserving woman killed in the process? I always wondered whether Puccini was actually thinking of having Calaf's fingernails pulled out one by one in the end, with a gloating Turandot looking on and counting them.