I’m a little rusty on the didge

When cleaning your bedroom, it’s almost impossible not to play with the things you find hidden in throughout the space.

I found my old funeral didgeridoo that I got in Australia a few years back.  I dusted it off, took it outside, and gave my dogs a performance (since no one in the house wanted to listen to me play).

They didn’t quite like it. One went wild, barking and jumping and growling at the instrument, one stood there with a confused look on his face, and one scampered away, either afraid or uninterested, I couldn’t tell.

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