Friday, February 14, 2014

Exercise, Why?

Hi all, Mabel here. 

Mama #2, the gadget freak, has struck again. 
I am now wearing a gadget.
See the big, black gadget swinging from my neck?
You heard me right. I am now wearing a gadget.
It's not enough that Mama #2 already owns about a million gadgets and that she always tracks how far we march, how fast, and even maps our marching routes.
Well, it's still not enough for gadget crazy Mama #2.
When she came home today and took off my collar, I was curious about what she was doing. Was I going to finally (finally!) getting my adult leather collar? 
She put this thing on my collar, then sat down (ignoring me!) with her computer and tapped away.
Next thing I know, she's dragging me out the door to go marching. Every so often, she stopped the march and looked at my collar.
Are you confused?
I was definitely confused.
We marched to my favorite pond/park and then marched back home. We hadn't even gotten our march reward (chewy bone!) when out came the computer. Mama #2 tapped away, then looked at me and said,
"Mabel, you walked 5692 steps, but it says you didn't even walk an entire mile!"
She told that she'd change my height to 5 feet and see if it'd say I'd marched the many, many miles I know I marched tonight.
And it went on and on, as Mama #2 played with her/my new gadget.
"Mabel, I'm going to sign you up for an online group of dogs who wear gadgets. We can see who moves the most every day!"
I tried to act interested as Mama #2 showed me the other dogs in the group. A Blue Heeler. A Lab. A Greyhound. A Border Collie. And me, a proud Dachshund. Hmmm, I wonder who shows the most activity? Hmmm, let me take a wild guess.....The Border Collie?! 
"Mabel! I can set it up so your activity total posts directly to your Facebook page every day!"
OK. I put my paw down on this one. I waited for Mama #2 to put down her precious computer (and I had to wait a very, very, very long time). I searched for the gadget page, pulled up my account and changed the all settings. And the password.
Nobody tracks the Diva!
What I do on my "off" hours is my business.
Now. Harley, can you chew up this gadget for me?

This is me, Mabel, wearing Mama #2's gadget. 
I am being a good sport about it.
Aren't I a wonderful, understanding Diva?

1 comment:

  1. Mabel, it sounds as if Mama #2 has finally gone over the edge. You might want to alert Mama #1, Maggie, Harley and Sam. Say nothing to the Evil Cat Millie. Let her find out on her own.