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January 29, 2008

My lips are sore

My lips are all sore from the extensive training programme that my trumpet teacher put me through to compensate for several weeks of practice sloppiness that sort of managed to sneak in during and after the Christmas holidays. Basically, I didn't lose anything in my range, but my lips get tired much sooner than they should. After Saturday's trumpet lesson, my lips felt like a sloppy sponge all Sunday, and I still don't feel like there's much strength in them. Plus, they hurt.

On Saturday, I also met my trumpet teacher's dog for the first time. My trumpet teacher has a dog. It's about the most stoic dog I've ever met. It also looks like a very wise dog, in that "been there, done that, can tell you all about it, where's my dinner?" sort of way. I can imagine the dog giving good advice to younger dogs, things like "always sniff the ground that you walk on", "always bark as badly as you are going to bite", and "understanding is a three-pointed stick."

I've met a very wise dog before, a wiser dog than my trumpet teacher's dog I think. It was a Scottish border collie who largely cured my fear of dogs during our encounter. He didn't tell me anything about three-pointed sticks, but he had extremely fine karma, very much like my trumpet teacher's dog.

Both dogs were kind of old. I don't know about the border collie, but it looked very much like a very old sheepdog in retirement. My trumpet teacher's dog is fourteen. That's ninety-eight in human terms. It looked very agile for the equivalent of ninety-eight.

Of course, the whole wisdom thing can just be a side-effect of the fact that neither the border collie nor the trumpet teacher's dog talked a lot, and my trumpet teacher's dog's stoicism is probably due to the fact that it's really quite deaf. I guess that's the price a dog pays for living fourteen years with a professional trumpet player. Both dogs seemed to share an aura of being happy in a close-to-canine-enlightenment sort of way though. Dog monkish, or dog buddha-like, even.

My trumpet teacher's dog knows this trick where it will balance a dog cookie on its nose for an extended time, and upon command will throw it high up into the air and then catch and eat it.

"I was really, really profoundly bored at the time," my trumpet teacher said.

Posted by Horst on January 29, 2008 04:33 PM to creatures great & small | Tell-a-friend
Comments
laura said on January 30, 2008 07:03 AM:

Well, this piece trumpets "non sequitur," but I enjoyed it. :-)

dieter said on January 31, 2008 08:48 AM:

laura, you just have to keep in mind that truth is a three ended stick (or a three-edged sword, if you prefer ;)

Jann said on January 31, 2008 04:27 PM:

Stoicism: an excellent quality in a dog. I remember a couple of years ago hearing about a dog, who, having been hit by a car, and finding himself closer to his veterinarian's office than his home, presented himself unaccompanied for treatment. Now that's a stoic dog!

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