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| What the heck is that??? |
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| Whomever you are, I must sniff your butt |
Actually, I think it was a gift that we gave our granddaughters: a fuzzy, cute, somewhat mechanical dog that yipped and snuffled and shuffled forward, looking very much like a real dog. When Gizmo confronted this mechanical dog, he sniffed its ass. But was disappointed there: no messages, no information about the dog’s health or lack of it.
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| This thing is so strange! |
Then the dog/mechanical device moved forward. Gizmo, who was a little frightened of the new thing in his life, bark loudly this battery operated dog, frightening our 5-year-old granddaughter. And suddenly, what was adorable and cute became less so.
After calming both dog and granddaughter, post Christmas peace again reigned in the home.
“Every dog must have his day.” Jonathan Swift
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