Shepherd see, Shepherd do.

So because I'm really feeling poorly today, I make myself a nice cup of hot tea to have something in my stomach. I set the cup down next to my bed as the dogs walk in. Belle comes over and sticks her snout into the cup, eliciting a rather terse instruction from me to get the hell away from my tea. She wanders off but Murphy, not to be outdone, walks right over, sticks HIS snout in the mug, and takes a freaking lick, then looks at me like Putin punking Obama over the Ukraine.

"I drink your tea. What you gonna do about it?"

Ass-dog. When I'm feeling better...