Funny story.

When I wrote my first song in 20 years, I was quite nervous about introducing it to my wife. I sat on a comfy stool, tuned my guitar. My wife waited adoringly on the sofa, along with our rough collie.

As I started playing and singing, and my rough collie sat right in front me. He soon moved his snoot only about a foot from my face. As I began sing the emotive chorus, he looked at me with those big expressive eyes… and belched.

It wasn’t one those cute little cartoon burps either. It was a, loud, earth shattering, foul smelling, hounds-of-hell type of belch. To my own credit, I kept playing to end with a straight face. My wife and I both cracked up at the end of the song.