“Puppy Wuppy”
Jason ran into the
kitchen and shouted, “This is it Sharon!
I’ve finally done it.”
Without looking up from
her phone, Sharon asked, “What is it this time?”
“It’s a Human/Canine
Translator. Now dog owners will be able
to have conversations with their dog.
We’ll make millions!”
Six months later
Sharon looked across the
kitchen table at Jason and stated, “I want a divorce.”
Jason mumbled something
in reply, barely lifting his head off the stack of legal documents.
“‘We’ll make millions,’
you said,” she mocked. “‘Every dog owner
will want to have a conversation with their dog,’ you said. ‘This is too big of a thing, if I took the
time to do a full scale test one of the big tech companies would come in and
steal my idea,’ you said. Well maybe you
should have let them steal the stupid idea.
Or better yet have done the full scale testing and discovered that half
the dogs in America think their owners are idiots because they already talk to
them like little babies.”
Her voice had steadily
rose during her speech, but she paused for a moment to take a deep breath. “You’re brilliant,” she said. “You were able to imagine and then build a
translator for people and dogs. Yet you
never took the time to think through how things work in the real world. Yes, some dog owners bought the device to
talk to their dog. But then there were
the paparazzi who bought them to get dirt on celebrities from their dogs. Then police bought them because you don’t
need a search warrant to talk to a dog about anything weird going on in a
house. And don’t get me started on the
bestiality freaks. And with countless
people incensed at perceived invasions of privacy, the lawyers came out of the
woodwork and they all figured out new and inventive ways to sue you.”
Sharon reached across the
table and took Jason’s hand. He didn’t
lift his head. “For eight years,” she
said, “I’ve put up with your crazy schemes and inventions. It took one of them to work for me to
realize, I’ve had enough.”
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