For the first six weeks Pettigrew lived with us, he was silent. Not a bark, growl, or whimper. I thought his vocal cords might be damaged. When he did start to audibly express himself, we learned he had a goodly portion of coonhound in his DNA. I had never before heard a dog baying.
For years he shared typical dog sounds. It was only when our children progressed in their musical abilities beyond beginner songs and scales that we learned about Pettigrew’s hidden artistry.
He loves jazz and blues!
He sings along.
Usually he waits for the song to get going, getting into the rhythm and mood before he lets loose. My sons, not understanding the subtly of scat singing, wondered if he hated the music. (His singing is not everyone’s idea of harmonious.) But, while singing, he lies, relaxed and composed on the sofa, showing no signs of distress. So I am convinced that he is merely raising his voice in song.
However, he is a shy artist. If you look at him or if he suspects that you are listening or trying to record his vocalizations he instantly stops and assumes such a look of boredom and innocence that you …almost… begin to question what you just heard.
Listen to my son playing the piano and watch for Pettigrew’s reaction!