The auditorium is packed and the audience waits in fevered silence. A single spotlight splits the darkness like lightening illuminating a solitary microphone on stage. Now hounds and cats alike are on their feet, they strain for a first glimpse of the legendary dog who is about to command the spotlight. Suddenly a silhouetted figure can be seen striding across the stage. Slumped shoulders, roman snout, guitar slung across his back & He steps into the light, swings his guitar across his chest, grabs the mic & says “Good evening! I’m Lonely Dog!” The audience erupts in rapturous applause.
It was not always so for the little hound with the big guitar. He began his life as Arthur Snout. Arthur Vantrong Snout to be precise. No one is sure why he was thus named. His parents sadly passed away soon after his birth. Smaller than most other hounds, he had a heart that always seemed larger. Raised in the Houndside County Orphanage he recalls many a time when all he had left was that big heartedness.
He credits his old headmaster, Rolph Flannegan, with planting that first musical seed. A dog art seed that would later bloom into the legendary ‘hound-sound’. “He took me to Revelers Green! I’ll never forget it. I had my eyes opened that night!” “I heard Rolph and his revelers houndskiffle that night and I knew, just really knew with all my heart, that that is what I wanted to do!” And do it he did!