
Ones I was staying with my friends, who happened to have in their house two wonderful things--Bechshtein grand and Doberman puppy. I couldn't practice at all. When I start playing he would start singing with me--the louder I play, the lauder he'd sing. His favorite was Scriabin Sonata No. 10. When I'd go to climactic parts, he would become just absolutely extatic, wowing so, that all neihbourhood could hear him. He hated Spanish Rhapsody, though, and would start barking like crazy, as soon as I play the very first chord.
He'd listen radio for hours. His "favorite" was old acoustic Jazz. I don't think there is more cutest thing in the world watching him humming, and trying to move along with music. On the other hand some Rock just drove him nuts--he'd start running all over the place like crazy, barking and demanding to turn it off.
Unfortunately, a car hit him, taking from this life such a high musical spirit...