When my man human plays his trumpet, wowzers, something takes a hold of me, right in my heart. I can't help it. My muzzle points to the sky and out of the depths of me comes loud, wonderful music. I just let it rip without a thought for anything else. Always on key, hitting just the right note, singing to the wide open sky. I'm the big guy, the Rhodesian Ridgeback.
Boom,there she is, Kaede,right alongside me, singing her little heart out. She feels it too, the wildness in all of us that has been tamed and calmed.
Together, the music takes us to another time and place. We're not sure where it is or when it was but it's in our souls and hearts and memories. It's somewhere wild and free where we run like the wind, we answer to no one, a place without fences or rules; we run the land living on our guile and wits.
Anyway, have to go now; they are opening the magic cupboard where the food comes from and I don't want to be late. Maybe being free and wild isn't all it's cracked up to be in my dreams. There's a lot to be said for a warm bed and three square meals a day.
Until next time, Freddy.
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