{"id":4760,"date":"2018-07-25T09:38:20","date_gmt":"2018-07-25T09:38:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/billythekidonline.com\/?p=4760"},"modified":"2018-07-25T09:38:20","modified_gmt":"2018-07-25T09:38:20","slug":"music-teacher","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/billypettinger.com\/billythekid\/2018\/07\/25\/music-teacher\/","title":{"rendered":"Music Teacher"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"stackable mb-xs\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"s1cel87q-0 jZAudp\" data-tag=\"post-content\">\n<p>It all started with a little dog named Pizza.<\/p>\n<p>Between tours I would find myself at the Colbert County Animal Shelter, walking a few dogs each day. A friend of mine once said: &#8220;You know, you can only go into a barber shop so many times before you end up with a haircut.&#8221; \u00a0I was happy to help many dogs as often as I could.<\/p>\n<p><em>I don&#8217;t need a dog of my own. It is better that I can help many dogs.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Walking shelter dogs not only gets them out of their cages so that they may find relief somewhere other than where they sleep&#8230;it also takes a little bit of pressure of the shelter employees, with one less cage to clean up. It increases the chances of a dog being adopted because he or she may learn to do better on a leash. Plus it&#8217;s just a ton of fun.<\/p>\n<p>I knew I could never have a dog of my own because I was always on the road. Then one day it happened. &#8220;Do they ever let you have sleepovers?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>She was a stressed out blue heeler mix, afraid of everything from doors to cars. We would have to cross the road every time there was a garbage can out on the street.<\/p>\n<p><em>What could have possibly happened to you?<\/em><\/p>\n<p>So we did it. We had a &#8220;sleepover&#8221; and less than two weeks later, I was filling out adoption papers.<\/p>\n<p>Over time, something else began to happen. I realized that I liked being at home. I liked spending time with her, and watching her improve each day. I taught her to raise her hand when I asked &#8220;Who&#8217;s the best dog ever?&#8221;. She learned to place her tiny paw on my knee when I said &#8220;Who&#8217;s your best bud?&#8221; (then, of course, we had to make sure she that she really meant it, and &#8220;shake on it&#8221;).<\/p>\n<p>She was so smart. She learned &#8220;May I have this dance?&#8221;, &#8220;Lay one on me!&#8221; and &#8220;What does a dire wolf do?&#8221; within days.<\/p>\n<p><em>What am I going to do now?<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I am a firm believer that sometimes we don&#8217;t know how to truly live until we can see it in our minds. I started to imagine myself at 65. What would I be doing? Surely I wasn&#8217;t still on the road, slugging it out night after night and trying to track down lost luggage.<\/p>\n<p><em>I&#8217;m a little old piano teacher&#8230;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>It was still music. It was still helping people. Right out of high school, I was in university with plans to be some kind of teacher, maybe an English teacher, history&#8230;it wouldn&#8217;t have even really mattered. Everyone has that one teacher; the one who changes everything. Maybe you&#8217;re thinking about him or her right now. I thought maybe I could be that to someone. This combined an old goal with a new chapter.<\/p>\n<p>So here it is. Another chapter&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/billypettingermusicteacher.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"nofollow noopener\">http:\/\/billypettingermusicteacher.com\/<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It all started with a little dog named Pizza. Between tours I would find myself at the Colbert County Animal Shelter, walking a few dogs each day. 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