Long ago, I played the clarinet. I gave it up for vanity. The fear that it would make my teeth crooked outweighed my love of music. I suppose I was always meant for other artistic pursuits. My love of canines (dogs, not teeth) and clarinets has been recorded with this porcelain Christmas ornament, given to me by my parents over twenty years ago. A very pensive hound dog plays the clarinet (or a recorder), while his expressive eyes tell the tale of whatever song he might be performing. While I’ve not picked up an instrument in decades, this ornament is music enough for any Christmas.