Dog (Blog Assignment #3).

What's this dog's story?
“Hi, you may be wondering what am I doing, well, I’m listening the sound of the piano, I know, now you´re asking yourself “what is doing a dog listening the piano?”, well, first let me introduce myself, my name, I don’t really have a name, since my mother never gave me one, but my humans called me “Haydn”, my age, well, dog years are really different from human years but I´ll use human years so you understand me better, I have like 14 human years old, that’s a lot for a dog, especially considering my little accident, and now you’re wondering what happened to me, for that, we have to go some years back in time, I´ll start by the beginning, I had 2 elder sisters, since born we were given a master…..or was it the other way?, well, It really doesn´t matter, my mother´s master was the father of the family, the leather the alpha of the human pack as I see it, my sisters were given a mistress each one, also, the elder sisters, and my master as well as me, was the younger one, you may think that would have made us closer, but in fact it didn´t, at least for my part, then there were our personalities, I was constantly moving, from here to there, maybe a little hyperactive, I was a free soul, not bound to anything, at least that´s what I thought, but then again, I was young in that time, and then, there was my master, he was a passive boy, with a calm expression on his face, almost all the time he was inside the house, with those books of him, and those sheets of paper, I never understood what he found in them, he found in them the very same I did by chasing cars, though he never understood what I found in them so we could say that we´re even, but more than once did master expressed his confusion about my actions out loud, and then, I to began to wonder what would I do when I got the car, so that they, the day of my accident, the day of the circled square in the master´s calendar, about the same time my master got my full trust and respect, I was what? 6 years old? And my master was like 16?, that day I had one thing on mind, to get the car, the master and I were on a walk, and then the perfect car passed in front of us, and so, I proceeded to chase it, I was really near when I bite the tire, and to the shock of both, I started to spin really fast until I was sent flying, until I landed on the ground knocked out…….when I awoke I was in a cold table, a tall man with a white coat was talking to the master and the other family members, I tried to move, but, god, it really hurt, I started making something similar to muffled cries, I assume the coated man told the that I would recover, seeing as they brought me back to the house, they gave me what I suppose was medicine , but still, the pain was there, a little more bearable, but I still couldn’t sleep, my master was there, right beside me, taking care of me, trying to comfort me, I didn´t knew I was going to survive, nor how bad was the accident, I just knew I couldn´t move and that I was I pain, that couldn´t be good, I didn´t wanted to die, I was really scared, that’s another reason why I didn´t slept, I was afraid that if I closed my eyes I wouldn’t open them again, then, my master moved me from my little bed to a pillow near a weird piece of furniture, that was new, I knew it wasn´t there before, I thought that maybe it was what master was so eagerly waiting for, what that circle meant, he left for his room and then brought with him one of those sheets of paper, he placed them in a little thing similar to a pedestal and placed his hand over what seemed to be black and white teethes, and then the sound started…..my,…it was beautiful, I never heard something like that, then I stopped asking myselg if I was going to die, to start asking where did that majestic sound came from, was it the the sheet of paper? no, paper its just that, the was it the piece of furniture? Or was it my master? What was it?, I was almost in dream land when my master spoke while playing, “ Do you like it Haydn?, I´ve been practicing this melody at the piano academy, but now I have a piano of my own so I can play whenever I like”, so it was a “piano”, and master did made the “melody”, now he had a more soothing aura than ever over him, and now it made sense, what those sheet of paper were, they were meant to hold the melody or something, for humans to read and play, now, I knew, what master saw in them, he did not saw black spots over lines like I did, what he saw was…..music. That day my master got my complete trust by being by my side when I needed company, something I never did for him, and then, he gained my respect and admiration not by playing piano or a melody……….but by making music. Since then I started seeing life like something more meaningful, master would make music, and then he would tell me their story; now we´re on our own, master has a wife and twins, but still he plays for the 4 of us; maybe I don´t have a lot of time to live more, I’m really old, but I’m really grateful to master and everybody else for the time we have spent together, If I die today, I would day as a happy dog, and they may be sad of my departure, but, they´ll have my 2 kids to make more happy memories, oh, I didn´t told you did I? I have 2 kids, but that……is another story.”