Eldest has to play the recorder for school (why do they inflict this torture on us?).
She is working hard, and almost sounding musical, but I would say that Chuck doesn't approve. He walked up, literally wiped his nose on the sheet of music on her lap, scrubbed his face on the couch like he had been smeared with jam, and as he was walking away he tossed one grumpy grumbly woof over his shoulder at her before lying down in his box. Poor dog must suffer more than the rest of us with his superior hearing.
It is almost starting to sound like a discernible tune!