The Dreaded Dog Pile (It hurts!)

Walking along with the trumpets to some function, you here some people whispering over to the side. You wonder what they could be talking about. Suddenly you hear, "Dog pile [your name]!!!!" Your life has now ended. Pain begins.

You frantically start running. Unless you are section leader of 2000 Nick Petroni, you are tackled and about 30 people jump on top of you. When you can't breathe anymore, people start to get off you, and you notice the lovely grass stains all over your body.

Dog piling is so much fun. It is a trumpet past time (no other section has the immense personal strength to withstand the Dog Pile). It is a test of character--a bonding experience that all go through to become a part of the trumpet family.

So when you hear the word "Dog Pile," you can try to run, but you might as well fall on the ground and prove your trumpetness and take the pain because "out of the fire comes the trumpet."