Osgrr…..he got his name because he talked…..a lot. Not to me, but to certain people like my husband and son, and once in a while our daughters. He was a blues singer chiming in with my husband’s trombone, bantering back and forth. And yes, he could keep rhythm and sing on key. I don’t have much video because he rarely sang if I was in the room. I had to be stealth and set up the camera before he spotted me. He was an English Shepherd. Everyone’s favorite dog from our family to neighbors to good friends……everyone loved him the most. He had individual relationships with everyone. Some would be deserving of his Grrr’s, others were good for butt scratches, others just for being his buddy, others for singing with, and others for sharing bow ties with. Even the owner of Osgrr’s neighborhood rival teared up when he learned of Osgrr’s passing. He was an extraordinarily special being.