I may be a dog, but I know a girl geek when I see one. Although my Mommis is older than most of the geeks, she buys every tech toy that comes out and she loves to try out software and be the token grandmother all the boy geeks talk about disdainfully. So I have chosen my Mommis to honor for Ada Lovelace Day. (Ada Lovelace was the only legitimate child of Lord Byron. Mommis doesn’t really like Lord Byron’s poetry).
For me, this infatuation with tech toys is good, because I get to carry them out into the backyard and chew on them. I have practiced on noise-canceling headphones, Bluetooth headsets, digital cameras, and even iPhones. She has a T-shirt that sniffs out wireless networks, but she won’t let me have that. And she even got a little kit for Christmas that tests a dog’s DNA. (We sent if off, after she stuck a QTip in my cheek to get a sample, but we haven’t got the answer). And she has a laptop that charges her devices by the sun.
I honor my Mommis because she loves to share technology with her friends who don’t care, and who wish she would stop. Even her own brother asked how to turn off her livestream on Facebook.
She goes to conferences and acts like a teenager, and then comes home sick and has to spend a week in bed with me getting over the SXSW flu. (I wait for these opportunities to spend the day in bed with her, lounging on the laptop.)
But the best part about my Geek Mommis is that she makes a blog about me, and puts pictures of me all over the internets. Happy Ada Lovelace Day, Mommis. Love, Buppy
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Mommis went to Auntie Carolyn’s Charity dinner last night. Me and Paunnie were bored, and Paunnie figured out that the pantry lock is broken, so he broke out the chicken jerky and we had a picnic in the backyard.
We probably would’ve gotten away with it, except Paun got on Mommis’ bed when she came home to do his Main Man work, and promptly threw up. He spent the next ten minutes cleaning up after himself, and then he left the bed and I went up there to take his place so Mommis could go to sleep. (She can’t sleep alone, because she was married most of here life to various other dogs, some of whom did not shed or snore).
In the morning, Paun was not hungry, which always tips off Mommis. So she took a trip out to the picnic site in the backyard and figured it out.
Paunnie ate most of the jerky, so I ate his breakfast. And now I am sitting in the window waiting for Aunti Carolyn and her girls so we can go to the park, but I bet we go alone with morning. She came home very late last night. I told Mommis when she came in, but Mommis told me to shut up.
So unfair. She left me again and a puppy is involved again. She seems to be meeting a lot of spaniels. Is she going off goldens? I’m home in the empty house with Aunt Carolyn and Uncle Dan, while she’s hugging strange ams.
Last night I sent her off to Tempe Fasttrac and she came home smelling funny. So I looked on her computer, and I found this picture. Apparently, the puppy is only ten weeks old and it came to her class last night with its mother and she put it right in her lap.
I weight 78 pounds now and I think I am three or four, so I’m just not the puppy I used to be. That’s no reason for her to reject me for this baby, though. I’m still funny and beautiful, and I’m trained to come and sit, and I sleep under her bed or on it (when Paunnie lets me). And I clean her every day!
We went to the park this morning, and it’s always the most exciting early Monday morning after the picnics are over. It looked like there were a lot of birthdays this weekend, with lots of pink tissue paper in the grass.
On the grills, there wasn’t anything i good I could reach. But she got mad at me anyway and I ended up on restrictions.
Aunt Carolyn-the-Constable came back and brought the girls and the little man, but most of the other dogs took the day off after the weekend. Yesterday we had the Shiba Inu, and we had Tucker, and even Bluey. Today was a dull day.