Friday, September 5, 2014

The Posse Skypes

It seemed like an interesting idea to let the Beagle Posse try Skyping with their cousin Watson, who lives with our daughter in Houston.

It sort of worked. Both the Posse and Watson climbed onto their human's laps and took a brief look at the screen. But the Beagles soon moved back to their squirrel watch duties.

Tuppence patiently explained to me that this Skype thing would be an incomplete and unsatisfactory form of communication until someone invented a butt sniffing ap for it. How else is a dog to know that's really a dog worth talking to on there?

I told Tuppy, butt sniffing was not a common form of human greeting or communication. In fact, it was frowned on in most cultures.

Tupp said that this was nothing to be proud of, and in fact the absence of sufficient butt sniffing may explain the number of failed human marriages.

I begin to think their disinterest in the technology is a ruse. I've been finding signs that make me think my computer has been used in the night--small things like keys sticking because of what looks very much like dried dog drool, and a dog hair obscured screen. The Posse denies knowledge or involvement, and suggests the Microsoft Gnomes must have paid a visit or two.

Still, someone's going to have to explain the 40 lb. bag of freeze dried Liver Treats that UPS just delivered. And the Posse thinks I didn't notice that this was the first UPS man in history who was not greeted at our door as an evil apparition requiring exorcism by a frantic barking chorus.



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