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I Treat Bob in Portland While I Drink Beer in a Bar in Naples
Criminently! I’ve ruined my post by giving out too much information in its title. Now there’s not much to add.
Well, now that I’m down here, I might as well flesh it out a bit.
We’ve left Bob with a friend while Marie and I go on a two-week cruise on the Mediterranean. We left our treat-dispensing device in our friend’s home.
So I open the app, which presents me with a live shot of my friend’s washroom, and call Bob through the device’s built-in speaker. (“Here Bob. Want a treat Bob?”) When he shows up, I take his photo and dispense a few treats, which shoot out from a little hole in the device. Bob probably thinks I’ve been turned into a robot.
It’s almost like being there.
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Bob looks a lot shorter from that angle.
He would seem to have a bit of Corgi in him. But he doesn’t. He is, however, half chihuahua.
I love this! Bob is a good boy!
It’s his legs half that is chihuahua for sure.
And when you get back he will hear your voice and think, “This guy is pretending to be my food dish. I’m not falling for that.”
Ha ha. Good one, Vance. I’ll have to have treats ready for Bob.
Bob is, as my geezer friends remark when they’re trying to be relevant, “totes adorbs.”
Have a safe and fun trip.
Oh man! That is pretty awesome! We’re always in BIG, BIG trouble whenever we return from any trip–but we have a cat. So, absolutely nothing we could do would make up for the lack of 24/7 Cat Butlers. But, maybe we ought to try this one anyway…
Bon Voyage! Bob looks like he is in good hands. Is this your first time away from him for that long?
Bob is one lucky dog. I’ve just been talking to my dogs on the phone while I’m remote. How so last century of me!
Someone slipped a comment about cats into this dog thread and we are supposed to be ok with that?
Not only that, @kentforrester keeps mangling my favorite word, and I’m supposed to be OK with that.
Yes.
Cat, it is. I miss him. I approach dogs on the Italian streets and talk to them and give them long pets.
Mrs. She, it’s true that your childhood mispronunciation of “criminently” is totes adorbs and inspired me to use the word, but you’ve let it lapse recently and I now own the word. So I’m going to have to ask you to refrain from using any variation of the word, including “criminuntly,” “crimanutly,” or “crimenuntly.” Thank you.
By the way, She, I am now appropriating “totes adorbs.” It’s mine now.
As I said when I introduced it into the conversation, “as my geezer friends remark when they’re trying to be relevant . . .”
You’re spot on the money.
PS: Squatters rights do not apply to words and phrases. I’ll see you behind the cathedral at dawn. Swords or pistols?
Ouch. That’s gotta hurt.
Fish?
Yes, it’s remarkable, isn’t it? I’ve observed any number of dogs who were pure chihuahua, and many who were one half chihuahua. But Bob is the first I’ve seen who is one half pure chihuahua.
I assume that the odds of growing four chihuahua legs independently are very small, and that there is in fact a continuous layer of chihuahua connecting these distant parts.
My aunt’s sister has a daughter whose mother used to be a scientist for the National Institutes of Chihuahua Research, before it was run down by a larger Agency that didn’t see it, back during the Reagan years. I shall have to ask her about this if I can find her at the next family reunion (she is rather short-legged herself.)
Wrestling, no holds barred. I like wrestling with women.
How about tag team? Me and Kay of MT against you and Arahant. Old age and treachery, etc., you know.
By the way, this thread may be getting a bit precious. You can be thrown off Ricochet, you know, for indulging in over preciousness.
Cow Girl, the device would work perfectly with cats, though cats don’t come when called as well as dogs do.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Leave me out of this one.
You just have to have the device where they will hang out anyway.
This brings to mind a cousin and his constant canine companion. Of them another relative once observed that, “when I die, I want to come back as Dean’s dog.”
Cats take note of it, and consult their schedule to see if they want to fit it in. If a phone is involved, you will have to set it up so s/he / it can voice dial you.
Is your device a Furbo? I have a Furbo and its great!
Brandon, mine is a DOGNESS.