Heard but not seenFor the last few days, I have been practising my cello in front of the middle door. I sit there because of these two great, divine dogs!
As soon as I come down from upstairs, they open their eyes and start crying. But if I sit in front of the middle door, they do not see me. So they do not cry.
It is all right with them if they hear the cello. As long as they do not see me, they do not cry.
3 February 1984