Woof
Hi. This is the Josie-dog. Now, I know you’re thinking that I am a dog, and so I can’t use a computer, but I have been watching the people, and it is not that hard. Plus, there is something that I need to say.
See, a couple of months ago, the people got some new animals. I was jealous, I grant that, but I made my peace with the cats. They were afraid of me at first, and I didn’t even try to use that to my advantage. I’d lived with cats before, and while they are snobby and not nearly as devoted as I am, and they get to be on the furniture and I don’t, I do get to go on trips with the people while the cats stay home and clean themselves, or whatever it is that cats do when they are alone. So it is not all bad. Sometimes Myster (the people think they are clever, spelling her name like that, but really it used to be spelled Mister until the people realized that Myster was actually a girl — silly people) will give me the time of day, and I think we have formed a special, if unspoken, bond in the time we spend watching the people eat and hoping they will feed us.
So anyway, the cats. The cats, the cats were fine. But now there is this new thing. It is smaller than the cats, and white, and round, and it sits quietly in the corner most of the time. I am pretty sure it is not another cat, and it may not even be an animal, but it is very hard to understand what it could be. Every morning for the last three days, one of the people has gone over to it and touched it. And when the people touch it, it starts moving and beeping like magic, and then it makes this awful noise. And then it wanders around the house aimlessly, running into things (including me!) and then changing course arbitrarily, like it has no idea where it’s going. Can’t it see I am a dog and it should be afraid of me like the cats were? The people act like there is nothing strange about this, and I follow them around the house trying to tell them, but they don’t seem to understand. It is very disconcerting, I tell you.
I have noticed that the people (well, the person — only one of the people ever did this) haven’t been pushing around the loud scary machine since this thing arrived, so that is good. When the loud scary machine comes out, I get shaky and try to hide, whereas if this thing will just stop running into me, I think I can come to terms with it. Plus, it seems to unnerve the cats, and, secretly, I kind of like that.
