A couple of weeks ago there was an article here on Free Republic about how they were teaching dogs to fly.
Maybe we could get some Service Dogs to take the computer’s place.
“Woof! Woof!”
“What is it girl? Did Timmy fall down the well again?”
“Bark! Bark!”
“Oh, we’re almost out of fuel.”
I remember Timmy. He was the most accident-prone person on Lassie, except for Gramps, who was always falling down wells, mine shafts, and holes when he wasn’t breaking-down in his truck near a hungry mountain lion or escaped convict. The later years... Timmy now works driving a dynamite truck through mountain passes.