Morning Earworms

Categories: dogs, singing, pets

Tags: Basset Fauve de Bretagne, silliness

Date: 29 June 2011 11:37:01

Walking Miffdog just now, it struck me that we're both singing from the same hymnsheet. The Ship has a great thread on 'earworms' at the moment. My latest is Beethoven's Creation's Hymn, 'To God eternal the heavens utter glory,' which the choir I sing in used in concert last Saturday. (Umpteen versions to listen to on Youtube; can't get links to work on here this morning). Sadly, Mr M does not appreciate either my tuneful whistling or the dog's meliflous tenor barking first thing in the morning. Come to think of it, I don't exactly fancy our resident Pavarotti warming up either, but that's beside the point. So, out to the park we go. If you're a dog owner, especially owner of a scent hound, you'll know that walking them is a sloooooooooowwwwwwww process indeed. It's not unlike being with a toddler. You (or rather the dog) stop to sniff every lamppost, investigate every piece of shrubbery, explore unknown and (to you) unsniffable pongs. Though my sense of smell seems to be particularly acute just now; I love strolling along taking in the scent of flowering shrubs and blossom. I just operates at a higher level than Miffdog; his view of creation is definitely more earthy, basic, and nearer to the ground. (Besides which, if I walked round the neighbourhood with nose to the ground and bottom up in the air, I might just end up being arrested!). Still, anyoldhow, here we are: him where he is, and Yours Truly where she is, humming away in happy harmony; Creation's Hymn. I love it.