Two deerhounds - Strathie and Ruin - don't care for music much. They wake up (deerhounds spend most of the time either sleeping or running at 50 mph) and look mournful (another thing that deerhounds are very good at) then come and poke the musician with a cold nose.
Four cats mostly ignore music, apart from one who always responds to whistling (with the lips, that is). When I whistle, she runs over, jumps on my lap and stands up, rubbing her cheeks against my face. I don't know whether this means "I love you maestro" or "for God's sake shut up that awfull racket", but it's kind of cute.
Phil Taylor
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