The Tuba and the German Shepherd

One summer, long long ago, my brother got to bring home a tuba to practice with.  Actually, it was a Sousaphone, since it wrapped around him like ammunition and its bell pointed straight outwards.  Anyway, first thing he did when he got home that last day of school was to go over to the German Shepherd’s backyard.  Or next door to it of course.  And wait.  But not too long, because, G.S. knew what was up and smelled you a halfablock before you got there.  Jeff waited to blow until right as the cursed beast was right across from him on the other side of the chain link fence.  But then, he blew!  And such a mighty blow (Concert A, as I remember) as blew that German Shepherd Whimpering! right back through his little doggie doorway….Dog was nice to all of us from henceforth.  Thank you Jeff.  And someday, maybe I will tell you the story of the goose.

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