Or at the very least, he loves the fiddle case.

Since he smiles and curls up to listen while I’m playing, I can only assume that unlike the canine companion in my house that politely removes herself from my presence when the fiddle comes out… (Oh, is that someone at the back door? I should go and check that out…. oh… see you a bit later…. ) Jack seems to prefer that I play often… in the evening, yes, just after he’s had a bit of food and is ready for a snooze.

Silly boy.