It's Only Rock and Rollover

Sandy and I don't have the same taste in music. Sometimes when I am at the computer I'll have the radio on. If it's a talk show, there's rarely a problem. Especially if the CBC is on, Sandy just falls asleep next to my desk.

But if I want to listen to any of my mp3's while I work, that's a different story. She hates everything, from the 5.6.7.8's to ZZ Top, including all the Beethoven sonatas and a Hayden cello concerto by Yo-Yo Ma. Play anything, and Sandy heaves a huge sigh, gets up and goes to the other end of the house where she heaves another huge sigh and flops down.

I've been wondering just what Sandy's taste in music is. "What are the really hot dog bands now?" I asked her the other day.

"They Might Be Giant Schnauzers," she replied without hesitation. "I like that one where they sing, "you're not the boss of me now, you're not the boss of me now, you're not the boss of me now and you're not so big."

Ok, so that didn't actually happen that way.

But we were in the car this morning on the way home from our walk, and I had the radio on. For some reason, the unceasingly pompous host of "The Sunday Edition" on CBC Radio One played "Tutti Frutti" by Little Richard.

Sandy loved it! She barked, she turned around in circles in the back of the van, she sat down and vocalized along with the part where Little Richard kind of screams! She gave me a look as if to say, "Why don't you ever play this at home?"

Well, because I didn't have it. My collection went straight from Little Feat ("Willin'") to Lou Reed ("Sweet Jane").

But I've got it now, and I've got Sandy't new favorite "Long TAIL Sally" now, too. Sandy is a happy dog! Gonna have some fun tonight!