For some reason, my German Shepherd really enjoys lying at my feet while I practice the piano. He does the same when I practice the violin. He seems to enjoy classical music.
Today, as I wandered around upstairs cleaning, I heard something pressing the piano keys. My kids weren't home. My husband wasn't home. That could only mean one thing. The dog was at it again. Before I could even get downstairs to investigate, I heard a loud crash.
My piano bench was knocked over, and piano books were spralled out all over the floor.
I shook my head. "What were you doing, boy? Trying to find some music to play?"