Today I found a guitar pick while cleaning between the floorboards, so I'm supposing the ghost of a dead guitar player haunts our house*. Or else our useless landlord was serenading our dog while we were away**.
*The previous owner was an old lady, there are just not that many ninety old guitar players around.
**That might help to explain her precocious temperament
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