I played the organ up until the 90′s. Although we still have one, life has been so busy that I really haven’t had much time. It has pretty much become a dust collector. When I do play, the Whippet starts barking and then the Greyhounds start rooing. For anyone who doesn’t know what rooing is, it’s howling. I’m not sure if they are approving or disapproving the music. Ed keeps telling me that they are singing but they are sometimes off key.