No, we didn’t buy the Evil Spawn a brother (she is adamantly opposed to the idea of sharing her stuff).
We got a Roomba. Robbie the Robot is now vacuuming the house while we are busy not vacuuming the house.
He’s a good robot.
Mannerly. Well-behaved. Neat.
Everyone loves him. Except for Buddy the Dog.
He’s also adamant about not sharing his stuff. And his stuff includes all flat surfaces which may be used for napping.
As you can guess, he’s not thrilled with the idea of a machine darting across his territory while he’s in the middle of one of his 9 snooze marathons.
Up to this point, Buddy has lived the perfect life.
His typical day consists of: Morning sleep. Treat. Afternoon sleep. Treat. Eat. A walk. Treat. Early evening sleep. A bunch of treats. Three humans fighting for his attention and love. More treats. Late evening sleep. Treats, treats, treats. And bedtime.
And then the cycle continues.
If you are scoring at home, that’s roughly 21 hours of sleep, 1 meal, 1 walk, 34 treats, and 957 kisses on his beagle head.
From my perspective, it’s a pretty good gig.
Until his dreaded arch nemesis snuck up on him from behind (and who among us likes that).
This got me to thinking.
Now that Buddy has an arch nemesis, what’s mine.
Some might say The Evil Spawn, but that is just for blog purposes (of course, this will change when she’s an actual full-blooded psychotic teenager).
After much consideration, I’ve decided my arch nemesis is time.
No, not Father Time.
Although I do seem to be obsessed with the aging process (life never ends well).
Just regular time.
My days aren’t long enough.
My weeks go by far too quickly.
Weekends and holidays barely exist.
Vacations are a blur.
And each school years seems to get shorter and shorter.
It didn’t used to be like this.
Time used to be my friend. Time used to last forever.
I hate to say it, but I think technology may be to blame.
Weren’t computers, cell phones, iPads, Twitter, blogs, etc. supposed to make my life easier?
These things were going to give me more time, not take it away.
Maybe my New Year’s Resolution should have been using less technology.
I bet Buddy would agree with this.
I bet Buddy would like it if Robbie “disappeared”.
I’ll have to ask him. If he ever wakes up.
For more Buddy the Dog vs. Robbie updates… follow The Evil Spawn on Twitter (@Buddy322). Sad, but true.