Making chills

I had quite a scare tonight.

I was upstairs whitening my teeth when I heard our 7 year old Collie start to scream. I was sure it was Sasha as the noise was something along the lines of pain, love, goodbye and a slight shrill.
I thought for sure this was the end of my marriage as Randy and I sometimes fight about the dog and he would never believe she died of natural causes.
I haul it, top speed, down the stairs in a heroic act to try and save her (of course I would try and save her), only to find it was my dear, sweet Boston practicing on his new violin.




When he saw me, he stopped and very surely said, "now that is music".
oh yeah, he's feelin' it. That's worth the price of admission right there.

Upon closing his evening practice, Boston must have felt inspired to pass some new found wisdom on to his baby brother and so tells Quinton, "you hold the horse skin like this and then when you rub it on the biolin, you make chills".

Drop by around 7pm in the evenings if making chills with horse skin is up your alley.