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Location: Ottawa, Ontario, Canada | On the "how much quality time" thread Bailey mentioned his old shepherd dog loves bedtime acoustic music. So, how does your pet react to your music? Does your cat hide under the stairs? Does your parrot sing along? Does your ocelot oscillate?
The first time I played for my Welsh Terrier, Jake, he barked at me like I'd just transformed into an alien pod person (everyone's a critic! :rolleyes: ) Later, he apparently grudgingly accepted my "noise." |
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Location: Phoenix AZ | The resonator ukulele tends to clear out the house. |
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Location: Yucaipa, California | ...this is for the "yeah, sure" portion of this survey:
Honestly, whenever I play my banjo standing up in the living room, Sophie, our 1-year old snow white cat, comes in, reaches up and stretches herself full length up on my leg, then curls up between my feet and goes to sleep! :cool: she loves it :D |
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Location: Tulsa, Oklahoma | My golden retriever just lays there.... The rabbit runs like hell... the cat chases the rabbit..... and the fish... they just swim... but, the little woman heads to the other end of the house.... (she says it's my ADD not allowing me to play a song all the way thru) |
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Location: NC | My dog seems to like it......comes down to my guitar room downstairs and lays by me while I play. I know he really is thinking about licking his balls but he lays and listens anyhow! :D |
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Location: Germany | Well, our canary, to go beyond mammals, he sings along, he really likes slide guitar.
He is an old one, with a broken leg, not really a gentle bird but when I practice he comes over to me and sings as loud as he can. |
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Location: Pacific Northwest Inland Empire | My Spousal Unit won't allow the critters to jeopardize their hearing. |
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Location: 6 String Ranch | Beazlie the basset loves music. She sleeps through it. |
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Location: Upper Left USA | W-2,
You know Beazlie loves ya! Look at all the neat stuff he got ya on flEabay! That dog's a keeper.
I had a Parrot once that learned to dial 1-900 numbers! Had to let him go! |
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Location: Tennessee | Ziggy the german shepherd comes up and does the perimeter walk around the studio, perhaps looking for wayward drummers or lead singers to chase off ... he is trained to keep flakes and nutcases off the property. :p
Elvis the dachsund goes native and starts tunneling under whatever is nearby looking for whatever weasel it is making all that racket.
Trixibelle the white cat (named following reading the name given to his daughter by Sir Bob) makes herself scarce when we're in studio and making lots of noise, but tries to do the cheek rub and tail rub on the headstock when I'm noodling on the acoustic around other parts of the house.
Girly Squirrely the calico cat (who once spent a night in the kitchen refrigerator and is now several kibbles short of a bowl) tends to wobble around like a stoned groupie. Which we all dearly appreciate.
Harry Canary dropped dead a few months back. Not long after we finished going through a Social Distortion song. Story of My Life. I probably should have been teaching the boys And Your Bird Can Sing. Of course, then Ziggy probably would've got him. |
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Location: Las Cruces, NM | I might as well mention again that my brother and I were relegated to the barn when we were first learning country music by my mother, (who, incidentally, also complained that we never played a song all the way through), The cows, trapped in their stantions, seemed to accept our version of country music quite well, I recall them chewing their cud in time with the music, not hard to do as our timing wasn't very good and any chewing seemed more rythmic than us. I never felt like they were inviting us back, none of them shouted !otro, Otro!, but they all gave a standing Ovation after each song, at least they didn't lie down, so I would call that standing.
The only rub was that in the spring they left that barn at a full gallop when turned loose and hightailed it (cows really high tail when leaving in a hurry their tails pointing toward the sky), hightailed it to the farthest reaches of the farm to escape those nightly concerts. Then we had a really hard time getting them back in the barn for milking, I'd never carry a guitar when I was rounding up these cruel critics, they would have summoned a neighbor's bull with fake passionate mooos (much like young teenagers) and had him shatter me and the guitar while they ran around laughing at both of us as cows often do.
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ANOTHER survey