Since my blog is about dogs, I thought this appropriate. I saw this video of the Big Dog today:
Dude. That is real. I am totally torn on how to feel about this. On the one had I think aw how sweet! And I want to cover it in fur and name it Mr. Bumble. I want to frolic through a field of poppies with it. It looks like it could frolic. I don’t think it would be too difficult for Mr. Bumble.
Then there is this other part of me that goes HOLY FREAKING HELL. There goes the bloody neighborhood. Next thing we know it will be SMART and then it will chase us down dark alleys and stick micro chips under our skin and steal our car keys. Some of us have cool cars. What can I say? I think this would be a bad thing.
Even without a head it’s already smarter than Roxy and the Crazy Dog put together. If I kicked either of them mid-stride, they would both go sprawling, then look at me like I was an evil human. Which I would be. Which is why I don’t kick them. At least not in mid stride (Dude! Kidding!).
I’m just still very disturbed. I need to watch it again. Hold On…. Still freaky… and cute. Especially when it jumps that hurdle. How adorably playful is that?! It’s like OMG WHEEE! Turn up your volume, it totally says that.
Okay and now, check out this spoof of the Big Dog creepy-cute thing. Now those guys I want to definitely cover in fur and take to a dog park.
