Normally, the dogs and I share a rather silent existence in my office. I work. They sleep. But this week I’ve been working on a Web site for a sound product. To show off the product, the Web site automatically plays songs when you visit. I’ve had to go to the site many times to look at stuff, so there’s been music in our midst.
According to the Cami world view, strange sounds should not come out of a computer. Every time I visit the Web site, the fuzzy white dog gets up and comes over to my desk. She glares at the screen, whimpers, and glares at me. I look at her and return to my task. Depending on how offended she is by the sound, she either whimpers and glares some more or goes back to her corner in a huff.
The Web site I’ve been working on plays nice, sort of folksy music, which Cami finds more or less okay. She still doesn’t like it, but she is coping.
To really rile up your dogs, you need singing cats. I know that singing cats weird out the canines because a few months ago, my mother in-law sent me a singing cats e-card. Basically, you move your mouse to click the cats on the card and they "sing" (http://www.00fun.com/octokits3289.shtml).
Our border collie mix Leia thought the cats were great. We call Leia the "techno-hound" because unlike Cami, she loves all things technological. She thinks the vacuum cleaner is cool and loves to watch when the fax machine spits out paper. For Leia, the singing cats were huge entertainment.
Let’s just say, Cami was less impressed with the show.
Leia thinks they’re cool, but Cami is pretty sure that the singing cats are not a good thing.