Now here's a thing. Never mind interactive toys, Jakey could be settling down on the sofa with a good book, perhaps White Fang. Or Proust.
What am I thinking? He's a DOG! He will want to read 100 Great Smells or How to catch squirrels for pleasure and profit. The Swan-Plan Diet. (Help me out here).
He could write some books himself, perhaps How to get on the sofa - and stay there. Or Aunts I Have Charmed. Etc.
Check out the doggy flashcards. Though I'm a bit worried about what might be spelled out for us in fridge poetry magnets if we go down this road.
Labels: Whimsy
Dear Gussie
Oh, didn't you know that Jake can already read and write. There are some things that he feels he can only tell his aunty. He's written some books don't you know ?
It's not the dogs it's the people Using a pseudonym of course
The Bible / by God (geddit?)
I think he's got a column in The Guardian too.
See, all that loafing on the couch is just a ruse. As soon as you leave the room he puts on his glasses and is at your laptop typing up his next Woofker Prize novel.
Hell, I'd have finished my novel years ago if I'd only thought to delegate it to Jake.
Mebbe I'd better just check my files & see if certain key scenes have been rewritten to include sighthounds, pork ribs, balls on string etc.