Blog: The Dog had Flu
I thought Man Flu was bad!
Scooby Doo had a cold lately which I characterised as a ‘flu’. He is feeling well now but oh boy what an experience. If you ever thought Man Flu was bad wait till your loyal canine friend gets sick.
Scooby Doo is a Spaniel Cross. It is difficult to determine his origin and family tree. The story goes that, as a pup, he wandered off into the big world on his own and got lost. He got rescued by a local animal shelter which allowed us to adopt and give him a home. As a young pub he had growing pains. First the relentless digging in the fresh planted flower beds. Later we had the wandering off exploring all over the place, and Yes! Getting lost. Then we had the love affair with Sheep, Cattle, Horses, and chasing of cats he would never catch. Next, the hunting and killing of rodents, with the subsequent depositing of broken dead bodies on the doorstep, seemed like a rite of passage.
Then there was the eye infection. Running around a wild meadow of grass drilling your head into the ground, for fun, was great until the eye infection.
After many visits to the Vet, with much surgery to fix the eye, we returned to normal. Happy go lucky Scooby Doo! Scooby Snacks!
Robots and AI
Then there was the onslaught of Robotics and Artificial Intelligence.
Scooby Doo is not a big fan of Robotics and Artificial Intelligence. It doesn’t smell right, or move right. He is very curious about these little automated Robots that wander around his home, making beeping noises and sneaking up on him when he is sleeping. He is also afraid! terrified!
Who is Google?
Perhaps the most perplexing thing for Scooby is to know who is ‘Google’. He often hears ‘Hey Google?’. He sticks his ears up, looks around, totally confused. Who the hell is Google?
Who is Raspberry Pie?
Perhaps even more confusing for Scooby is references to Raspberry Pie? Where is that Pie now? Who is eating that Pie?
“Raspberry Pi stop”! hey? pie where? what? who?
The PiCar answers to “Raspberry Pi” for voice activation. How confusing is that for Scooby?
Despite all these things Scooby is happy.
That was until last weekend when he caught a dose of something. One minute we were doing the smell every blade of grass game the next collapsed in a heap, drooling and moaning.
If Man Flu is bad, and it is, Dog Flu is worse. First, he thought he was dying. So he headed off to be alone opting to hide out under big trees wallowing in his misery. He couldn’t face his food, his dog treats just did not appeal to him. A few days went by waiting for this death to come. We thought about digging him a hole to lie in. He came around and went on a road trip to the Vet again. Oh Boy, he enjoys the Vet about as much as those Robots and AI.
After a few shots, some antibiotics, some man hugs and a big feed he is feeling better again. Oh Boy! Back to the world of ‘Hey Google’, and those ‘Raspberry PI’ commands.