Over the weekend, our parents drove up and brought our Granny's piano. She passed away two years ago, just a couple of weeks before Devon. Her piano was supposed to go to our Aunt (dad's sister), but his brother's daughter's daughter thought she wanted to take lessons, so it went to her. After two years, and no lessons, they decided it should come to us, so mom and dad brought it down.
Oliver and Tanner immediately had to check it out...it's not so scary.
They were both incredibly brave as long as it wasn't making any noise :) Tanner did not mind hearing us try to play...it's been almost 20 years since I've played! Oliver was not having any part of that and he would run off. As the weekend wore on, he would not run as far...progress!
Growing up, I took lessons for many years. I had a cat named Socks (Grey and white), and he had a particular song that he loved. Fur Elise, by Beethoven. Anytime, I would play that song, he would jump on the bench and sit beside me...as I continued, he would put his paws on my shoulder and nibble at my neck/hair. I don't know if he liked it, or was trying to get me to stop! MOL. Either way, we thought it was quite funny, so he did it every time I played. I'm hoping Tanner and Oliver will learn to appreciate the piano.