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FrostedFlake -> RE: Real Time Pets,,,Subs (7/1/2012 12:38:47 AM)
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Long ago when the Earth still under warranty I had lunch at a burger joint with my brother, Kevin. We were chatting and chewing when up to the window we were sitting at rolled a white Cadillac. With white leather seats. And a big white Poodle. The fellow driving got out, locked the car, then strolled inside to order something. The Poodle looked me and Kevin over very carefully and then focused on my sandwich. A few seconds later I raised the sandwich. The poodle watched, fascinated. I bit the sandwich. The poodle watched, fascinated. I chewed. The poodle watched, fascinated. I noticed that my sandwich tasted different, now. And I don't mean better. Suddenly the poodle was distracted. Kevin had raised his sandwich. The poodle watched, fascinated. Kevin bit his sandwich. Oops, I forgot the exclamation point! Kevin chewed his sandwich. The poodle chewed too. And drooled a bit.
I picked up a fry. the poodle watched, fascinated. I dipped the fry in some mustard. The poodle watched, fascinated. I lifted the fry. The poodle watched, fascinated. I moved the fry to the left. The poodle kept his eyes on the fry. I moved the fry to the right. The poodle was not fooled. I moved the fry slowly back and forth. The poodles' gaze shifted slowly back and forth. I moved the fry to between the dogs nose and mine, so as to try to make him look me in the eye. And then I dropped the fry.
I glanced at my brother with a shrug. He showed me a palm to say, "I will handle this.". So I dropped my hands in my lap and leaned back in my chair. So did Kevin. Then, while looking at me, chatting about nothing, Kevin raised a hand, held so as to resemble a small dogs head, over the edge of the counter, to where the poodle could see. The poodle watched, fascinated. Kevin slowly turned his hand toward the poodle. The poodle watched, fascinated. At a carefully chosen point, Kevins' 'puppy' suddenly alerted on the poodle. The poodle seemed to be aware that he was under unkind observation. Kevins' 'puppy' started to silently bark. Once. Then twice. Then several times. With gathering enthusiasm. The poodle came unglued.
Mission accomplished, Kevin put the 'puppy' to bed. In less than a minute the poodle vanished behind a solid wall of steam and spit. We were able to resume our lunch, with relish. In another minute the Cadillac Driver left with his lunch in a bag. On opening his door, his dogs kniption fit expanded into the parking lot. And, natch, it takes two to tango.
This was before Bill Gates even though about monkeying with computers. Proof positive that sock puppetry predates the net. And that the payoff, considering the effort involved, can be huge.
If the poodle goes for it.
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