Personal stories from dog owners about their dogs interacting with pet technology
Pippi’s dinner-party jurisdiction The first thing I noticed when I walked into Sophie’s dinner party was that her apartment smelled good. Not suspiciously good. Not like she had panic-burned three candles called something like Winter Hotel Lobby and opened every…
This is a story about picking a GPS dog collar for Pippi, a very small dog. The first thing you should know about Pippi is that she was named after Pippi Longstocking, and she has accepted the assignment with her…
The moment I knew I had become a person who believes in a lost dog gps tracker, I was standing in the doorway of a Hudson Valley Airbnb holding Batman’s leash and staring at a room where Batman was not.…
The first warning was the sound of plastic scraping slowly across my kitchen floor. This was not the outcome I pictured when I went looking for a large dog auto feeder. Batman had his nose pressed against his new auto…
At exactly 8:30 on Friday morning, my timed dog feeder began dropping kibble into Batman’s bowl. This would have been unremarkable except that I had fed him breakfast about 20 minutes earlier. Batman lifted his head from the kitchen floor…
There was a cat on my parents’ kitchen counter. My parents don’t have a cat—or so I thought. Yet there he was, a huge cat sitting comfortably on the counter between the toaster and my mom’s spices, some of which…
By the time Batman pressed the outside button for the twenty-seventh time, I had stopped thinking of it as a potty button for dogs and started thinking of it as a tiny performance review. It was mounted near the back…
The small SUV looked clean until the sun hit it. That was the problem. Not the dog hair itself, exactly. Dog hair is not new information in my life. I live with Batman, a black Lab whose official name is…
My dad used to have a rule about the living room couch. No dogs on the couch. Not just the front legs, not just the end, not one sneaky dog easing herself into a sunbeam like she has paid the…
My parents got a puppy to keep their older dog company, which is one of those decisions that sounds like a great idea until the puppy eats your favorite slippers, the cushion your mom embroidered for you, and part of…