2 trombones in the same house? I was a drummer. My parents loved that when it was just a rubber practice pad. But Ben with a whole drum kit, still better than my sisters violin. Until you get good at the violin ( which apparently takes forever) it is torture for those around you.
I pushed the window open, the other day, before I practiced piano. I looked outside, and it sounded like all the neighbor’s ducks were laughing. I didn’t know whether to stop, or join their laughter.
The bell part should be over the left shoulder, the slide held by the right hand. I couldn't make out any text to check if the image had been flipped.
And yes, I should get out more.
Many years ago, when the world was young, I used to play the tenor horn (when I say play, I mean I created noise but it wasn't necessarily musical). My dog (a beagle) used to leave the room...& he did like music. He used to howl along when my dad played the piano.
I had an Irish Setter when I was a kid. He was the most good looking dog I have ever seen—still true to this day. Also possibly the dumbest, but he was such a sweetheart.
Jetty's unmistakable charm and clear communication skills regarding his barking complaints clearly warrant a rating of 15/10, anything less would be an understatement.