NCS is going to the dogs today. Within an hour of putting up our first post, which featured dog balls and Bury Your Dead, I saw this awesome video. It was like serendipity. Or synchronicity. I can never remember the difference between those words, though I like both of them. Anyway, I felt like someone was trying to tell me something. Someone was saying, “you shall make NCS all about dogs today”. And I am obeying.
The song on this video is by August Burns Red, a band that all three of your NCS co-founders like a bunch. It’s called “The Eleventh Hour” and it’s on the band’s 2007 album, Messengers. It’s a good song. It would be worth hearing again today even if the video image were just an unchanging black screen. But what goes on in this video is funny as shit to watch. The guy who’s operating the dog’s paws is clearly a drummer (though I don’t think it’s ABR’s Matt Greiner, despite a resemblance) and clearly knows the drum track on this song pretty damned well. And the changing expressions on the dog’s face are priceless (particularly the teeth-baring).
You know he’s a good dog, because although you can see that he’d like to bite the shit out of the dude’s hands, he’s holding back.
P.S. Someone out there is going to be offended by this. I’m pretty soft-hearted when it comes to animals and pretty sensitive when it comes to human abuse of animals, but there’s no real harm done here.
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I like it when he sticks his tongue out near the end, kind of reminded me of KISS but more demented. ROFL
HA! The dog is better looking than Gene Simmons.
Funny that KISS and Gene were brought up, the adult one-piece footy pajamas mentioned in the Dog Balls post are worn by him 🙂
As an owner of four dogs, if that dog was bothered by this you’d know it 😉
That was my guess, but since I’m not a dog owner, it was just a guess. I would never try this with a cat, unless it was under deep anesthesia. 🙂
That was hilarious. My office mates are asking me what I am laughing so hard at. I needed that, man. Thanks.
Don’t tell them. Just let them think you’re crazy. (Glad this perked you up.)
They already think I am. They are used to me laughing out loud for no reason.