This week I notice something. People seem increasingly dependent on interaction with machines.  I realize is ironic topic, since I am feature writer for on-line news source.  But must call a bone a bone. 

Computers are not evil in general -- All things in moderation, you know.  (Except for cheese and steak.  Or Cheese steak -- those things never need moderation.)  But I digress. 

Tonight, I take Master three toys for play.  I give CHOICE -- three toys!!!   Is like famous Christmas Carol movie with three chances....these choices filled with similar gravity.

First I take VERY LOUD squeeky toy resurrected from backyard burial.  Is beautiful thing.  Sound very tortured with bite.  My Master say "good dog, Amos..." and ignore squeeky. 

So -- second choice -- I get heavily mauled pretend squirrel carcass...  lay on Master's leg... Master throw.  Then ignore. 

Third choice:  I have brilliant idea.  I take very ripe running shoe...strongest, best smell of Master.  Surely is irrisitable toy. 

But .....The unthinkable happens.  My Master ignores wonderfully odiferous shoe and .... I can barely say it... chooses instead to

type on tiny screen talk phone.  It is worse.  He types on tiny screen while seated in front of big computer screen.

He chooses NO TOY but many electronic screens. 

I believe is disease.   I believe evil technology has unrelenting grasp on mind of Master. 

I have cure.  Master need to resurect dead nose.  Need to roll in leaves.  Need to dig in dirt.  Screen of computer give no smell.  Without smell, life  has no meaning.  Without smell, computer have no meaning. 
 

My People have no idea how much I smell them.  Is true.  Is best thing in world.  I smell them in the morning.

I smell them when they come home.  I smell when they are mad or happy or sick.  So many smells.  Sometimes, I bringbeautiful smells back from yard for My People.  Ripe, rich smells.  My People have little appreciation for this perfume.  They give evil water bath.   Work with me People -- if we are going to resurrect dead noses, must love BIG smells. 

My conclusion is that People are smell deprived. 

Need to practice.   Today, My Mistress make glorious Pot Roast all day.  (Mistress say is for People, but I know will also be my pot roast....where there's a will...heh, heh, heh.)   This Pot Roast smell bring full day of happiness.

I run from room to room, expecting happy smells and big fun from Master and Mistress...but they only stare at screen with no smell.  Is so wrong. 

So is time for call to action for all canines and their companions:  get out there!  Smell something!  Sniff for fall.   Sniff for hidden treasures.  Sniff for evil mouse that invaded holiday angel box in attic.   Dogs are good role models in this respect.  Have burden of sharing important secrets of happiness with People. 

Sigh.  Accept responsibility.  Is time for Amos the grump to transform to motivational speaker.  Here good is slogan: 

Let's all smell each other.  Every day.