No grand story here, just good feelings.

My dog Rosie (remember the led Zeppelin song, "Oh Rosie, oh girl..."?) wouldn't leave the Penetanguishing Folk Festival a couple of years ago, even after a swim in the lake she defied me and sprinted back to the PFF site. Not sure why, but I think the Dawnbreakers were playing...She's never defied me since. She talks, smiles, and thinks she's a Border Collie (actually Scottish Collie and Springer Spanial mix with perhaps some coyote). In winter she likes to sleep very close to the woodstove, closer than I can stand. A gentle dog too. Gets along with the family cat on her own terms. Cost us nothing, the owners had too many puppies. Attracts women. Will do anything for a raw egg. Amuses me. Knows everybody by name. Does not order pizzas without permission. Always finishes her meals. Smart enough for the voters list.

The only person, I will swear to this, who Rosie didn't like at first blush was guitarist Phil Cooper, but she warmed to him after a while.

Don't know if she likes folk music.