[Dailydrool] Bell Hounds

[Sherry Faulkner]

Our Maxwell (ATB) was probably the finest Bell Hound, ever. This is an 
absolutely true story, too:

He would line up the other 3 (or 4) on the porch and stand below them on 
the patio and start them singing. If someone was out of pitch, he'd stop 
them, stomp his feet or shake his head in disgust, and restart the 
choir. When everyone was "in tune," he'd join in with his rich baritone 
voice and the music was beautiful! They'd all stop at the same time too, 
as if on cue.

He also took it upon himself to teach all the young fosters how to sing. 
If they didn't do it right, he'd grab their muzzles with his mouth and 
shut them up, only to start them over again until they got it right. 
He'd bay, they'd try. He'd bay, they'd try. He'd bay and if they got it 
right, they'd sing a duet.

I tried so many times to hide behind the privacy fence to video them, 
and just as soon as I'd get them in the view finder, he'd stop the music.

Sherry Faulkner
Vinita, OK
Slave to Reggie, Bear, Honey, Henry and Joey the foster boy