MOM WANTS AN iPHONE!

QUOTE OF THE DAY:  "The bathtub was invented in 1850 and the telephone in 1875.  In other words, if you had been living in 1850, you could have sat in the bathtub for 25 years without having to answer the phone."  Bill DeWitt

TODAY IS:  National Chocolate Day

Mom wants an iPhone.  It's her new obsession, and she won't stop campaigning until she gets one.

Daisy is right.  I am obsessed.

My first glimpse of an iPhone was purely accidental.  Our painting contractor was sitting at our table when he started swiping the phone with his finger.  I wondered, What was this magical device?  My curiosity got the best of me, and I was fascinated with his apps.  Mind you, I had no idea at the time what an app even was.  But instinctively I knew it had to be something good.

Shortly thereafter, though, I forgot all about the iPhone...until my friend Mary got one.  My first thought was, What is Mary going to do with an iPhone?  She's the one who rarely even has her cell phone turned on.  Now, Mary knows how to text, e-mail, take pictures, and who knows what else she's learned on her new phone.  I'm sure she'll be teaching me a few things.

My interest in an iPhone began to pique again.  But it went into full obsession mode in October when we held a family reunion.  Daughter-in-law, Dani, had an iPhone.  After I saw Dani's phone, and she demonstrated how easy it was to learn, I was hooked.

Now all I had to do was convince Don that I needed an iPhone.  Not an easy task since Don didn't think we needed one.  He told me the phones we had served their purpose...to make and receive phone calls.  But I had a difference of opinion with him, and I began my campaigning.

Every opportunity I had, I'd say to Don, "If I had an iPhone I could go on the Internet and find out the hockey score of the Tampa Bay Lightning for you."  When we went to our local fed ex store, we found it had closed down.  I said, "If I had an iPhone, I bet we could find another fed ex drop off nearby."  When my dry cleaners moved to a location too far to travel, I said, "If I had an iPhone I could find a nearby cleaners."  And so it went on and on until I began to sound like a parrot!

While campaigning for my iPhone, and in an effort to be well informed of my quest, I learned about apps.  They are amazing.  There's an app for everything from games and gas stations to weather and restaurants.  Sports have their own apps, too.

Here's an example of what an app can do:  While waiting in line at Epcot for their annual Candlelight Processional one rainy evening,  I casually mentioned to Don, "I wonder how the Green Bay Packers are doing."

No sooner did I get those words out of my  mouth when the man in front of us pulled out his iPhone.  A few seconds later, I was happy to learn that the Packers were going to remain undefeated.   Just visit an app store and find out for yourself.  There are over 500,000 apps to choose from.  That man had the NFL app.

Hmm, I wonder, Is there an app for nudist resorts?

But, my need (want) for an iPhone became even more imperative when I ran into Dan and Pam on my morning walk with Daisy.  They told me all about their new iPhone 4S...a phone that talks and answers questions!  How amazing is that.  Don wasn't impressed.  He said with a hint of sarcasm, "I don't want a phone that talks."

I said, "You don't have to get one.  I do."

Whatever mom did, she did it right.  An iPhone is definitely in her future.  Only 54 more days and counting!

I think I just wore him down!


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MY FURLESS FRIENDS!

QUOTE OF THE DAY:  "No matter how little money and how few possessions you own, having a dog makes you rich."  Louis Sabin

THIS IS:  Safe Toys and Gifts Month

Living here is the greatest!  I've made plenty of furless friends who don't have a dog of their own.

When mom takes me on my morning walks, I see the regulars.  I first met Martha and Jack at the recycle bins.  Now, they like to say hi and pet me when I pass their house.  Their strokes are so gentle on my fur.

We usually see Sally and Mike, too.  They are always taking their morning walk.  I know if they had a dog they'd treat it well.  I always get smiles from them and, of course, I get petted.

And then there's Jack. who is one of my favorites.  I always look for him when we pass his house, but I usually see him cutting a resident's grass.  He pets me in a playful manner, and it feels so good.

And then there's another Jack (There are a lot of Jacks here.)  who grows beautiful rose bushes in his backyard.  He once told my mom that she and I have a special connection that he sees when we walk by his house.

And then there's Irene, who never remembers my name.  But then again, she doesn't remember much of anything these days.  Irene is a sweet lady who loves to pet me.  I'm extra gentle when I see her, and sometimes I'll give her a kiss on her hand.  She's always saying, "She's wissing me."  I'll wag my tail like crazy, and Irene just laughs.

Mom told me someday I'll make a good therapy dog, and I think she's right.  A therapy dog can make a sad person smile, a sick person feel a little better, a lonely person feel like she has a friend, and best of all a therapy dog can make a child giggle with the wag of a tail.

It seems like I do all of that already, but mom thinks I need to be older and settled down.  So for now, I'll keep doing what I do, and when I grow up, I think I'll be that therapy dog mom wants me to be.

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