One uneventful day, Hank the Dog was minding his own business. He had just engorged himself with some tasty breakfast and was about to stretch out in the warm morning sun. Suddenly his blissful plans were rudely interrupted by the most ungodly noise to ever reach his tender young ears. The metallic screech of an electric guitar mixed with the unearthly growling lyrics of some human he could not see made him snarl in psychological pain. To the delight of his owner, he energetically jumps up on his hind legs and proceeds to try to tell his master to kill the awful sound.

This is where dog and human communication refused to mess. His owner thinks he’s magically become this Death Metal Dog who enjoys listening to Vital Remains tunes, and Hank thinks his owner is torturing his furry ears for shear pleasure.