Dogs. They aren't geniuses but they know more than we might think.
This is a cover of a Camper Van Beethoven song that Mondo Topless did on our 2010 album while I was the drummer.
The psychedelic bridge of the song features Emmy Lou, our long-deceased Husky mix on "vocals."
I played this last year at one point and Holly, our recently-passed Golden Retriever, got really upset and confused. She went looking for Emmy, whom she knew well. I never played the song again out of respect for Holly.
There are big tufts of Holly's hair outside in the dog yard from the last time she got brushed. They are like small tumbleweeds, gradually disappearing in the wind. I just opened the door to let Milo inside and he was transfixed somewhere between confusion and horror. He'd sniff her fur ball and then look at me, utterly bewildered and a little frantic, as if to ask where she is.
Fuck. She was always the lowliest member of the pack and I didn't think they would even miss her. Who knew?