Patsy Shaw Cellier

This photo is of our Siberian Husky Tundra. As I have told several of our class mates when they recently asked me if I still played my trumpet and, by the way, "how is your lip?,". Tundra was my loyal audience while I practiced my horn late at night over the last 12 years. Tundra liked only jazz and blues when I played along with a CD or the radio. If I switched to Rock &N Roll or a classical radio station she would go scratch at the door to go out to our deck and back yard. Every evening of her life she would take her special spot on "her" deck and howl like a wolf as the sun went down. Sadly, Tundra died two weeks ago of kidney failure and old age and I lost my faithful audience. She almost made it to 12 years old.