Yesterday, Fluffy Bear, Bill and I took the dogs for a walk then had lunch.
Many other people were out doing the same thing. As we were walking back to our cars, we saw a couple with a black Labrador puppy.
I guess you know by now that Puppy Dog is a Chocolate Lab. We got him when he was a teenager so we never had the chance to see what he was like when he was all cute and small and warm and cuddly. I often express my regret about this, and Fluffy Bear and Bill have heard me go on about it on various occasions.
I've mentioned Bill before, but to set the scene, there's something you need to know about him. He takes deadpan, straight faced, dry wit to new heights (or lows?). Think Dr Cox from Scrubs, but deathly calm.
"Imagine in the future, when you have nanotech robot dogs," I mused, looking at the black Lab puppy. "There could be a button. You could press it and your dog could morph back into his puppy state, and he'd be all soft and furry and warm and cuddly and you could play with him and squeeze him and carry him around and have him chew your ears and then, when you were sick of him peeing all over the house you could press the button again and - whoosh! - back to being an adult dog, house trained, calmer, curled up in front of the fire."
"I can see you've put a lot of thought into that," sneered Bill.
Fluffy Bear thought it was hilarious.
I still want my nanotech dog.