When I was a teenager, I had a little black dog named Nikki. Whenever I would play my Who records, or something similar, she would come and listen to them with me. If my bedroom door was shut, she'd either lay outside my door, or outside my window. Sometimes, she'd come into my room, push my rug up into a comfortable ball, and curl up on it right in front of the blasting speakers. At parties, when I'd put my speakers near my window so we could hear the music outside, she'd be right there, listening right under the window. She only did this when rock music was playing.
She also liked my brother's friends' pot smoke, but that's a different story.