Motley Crüe

Murphy is a hound of discerning taste. He enjoys the good life. He enjoys the sounds of the most kvlt black metal to the most esoteric jazz. Something he hates is Motley Crüe.
The other night I was pounding some cold beers and jamming some sweet tunes with the Murphster and some Crüe came on. Now, I am by no means a big fan of this band. They have a few jimmity jams that I enjoy getting down to on certain occasions. However, Murphy does not get down with them at all. Kick start My heart came on and he starting barking and growling. He doesn't understand Vince Neil and his band of 80's hair metal dandys. His reaction surprised me because, for the most part, Murphy lives to rock...and sleep and do dog things, but he is a rocker through and through. After spending sometime thinking on my thinking roof, I have decided that it is no good. Murphy is right. The Crüe can suck it.

Astro Physics.

Murphy has no understanding of the physics of the universe. He does not understand the physical properties of the heavenly bodies, nor does he understand the way they interact.
This morning I was trying to get him stoked about the meteor shower tonight, but he did not care. Instead he ate his food, stretched and rolled on the carpet and then went back to sleep.
Last night he was eating bacon treats out of his Kong and it got stuck underneath the couch. He barked at it. I assume that if he ever needed to deal with the physics of the universe, he would just bark and howl at it... then probably go back to sleep.

Where whiskey counts as beer.

Here is my dog. He is a beagle and some kind of hound. Probably basset, but maybe coon.

He enjoys the sun, barking at other dogs that pass his house, the front porch, ripping stuffed animals to pieces, walks, the ladies, people food and a variety of other dog related interests. He knows very little about the internet and computers.

The other day I found him standing on my lap top while he was trying to drink out of the glass of water next to my bed. On occasion (daily) he likes to stand on my chest and stare at me. It's strange. If there is a laptop in the way, he does not care. He will step on it. Make the url I am typing look like, "metalinggrhg3q90uqgie" what is that? That is not a url. That only sends me here, and wanted to sent here. To him computers do not matter and should stepped on. He can live that kind of lifestyle because he is a dog.