For the past several years, while I am playing at the piano, I sometimes feel a nudge; something actually nudges by butt.

I often turn around expecting to find Chief, Bailey, or Harrigan… but, there is never a dog behind me.

It happened again, Tuesday morning, during a lesson, and I whirled around, expecting to find one of my trio’s faces.  No dog.  They were in the guest bedroom, snoozing.

My student inquired why I had turned around so abruptly. I explained “the gentle nudges.”

“You might think this is crazy, but do you… do you think it might be Flyer or Navi?”

I didn’t even need to ponder her suggestion.

Yes… I am now certain I know from where those “gentle nudges” are coming…