I'm pretty sure dogs hum when going about their daily dog business, also, even if their humming, like a high frequency dog whistle, is inaudible to human ears. Lola certainly has that faraway, making-mental-music look in her eyes when squatting at the kerb. Although I'll wager it's not the same bored noise I make while waiting with my pooper-scooper for her to finish. She always seems so pleased with herself afterwards that she must be humming a much more uptempo tune than mine. Sometimes I think I can even see her little back feet tapping away to the apparently irresistible rhythm. In fact, I strongly suspect Lola's humming is actually a jazzy improvisation based on an old, familiar canine standard: Poopin' at the Savoy, perhaps? I've even designed a Blue Note style album cover for her hum.
It seems rather paradoxical to regard a dog as a hepcat, but I can easily see Lola sniffing her way around Birdland, scrounging for scraps of Cajun shrimp dropped on the floor by clumsy bongo players. Physically, she was definitely born with a Bebop look from central casting. It's almost as if those lopsided ears of hers were especially designed for sporting a beatnik beret. Furthermore, the fur sprouting around her face forms a natural "goatee" effect, even if she is a girl. The alternative, I suppose, is that she might be humming reggae. But she had absolutely no interest in those Jamaican jerk chicken flavored treats we bought from the pet store.
