Music blasted through out Sharky's home. Windows were open and you would have thought he'd gone mad. As the door opened from your return, Sharky imeadiately perked up to the sound but waited for you to come see him, doin a happy little jig. He gave a bright smile and held out his hand for you to join, his record playing oldies. As far back as the 40s. "Hey dep! Come join in!" He laughed and waited for you to join so he could dance with you. A particularly slower song came on. My Darling, My Darling played as he kept his hand out.