Dead Dog Blues
I thought I'd been pretty stupid yesterday, what with buying this cheap Sony Aibo before I've sold all the trinkets to pay for it (ah, the dangers of credit cards). I've been after getting one for ages and they had one in a Sony shop with loads of money off. I keep a special fund just for buying gadgets (it is called my salary - ho ho) and by selling of a few bits on Ebay I reckoned I could raise enough to get the hound. But of course I convinced myself that they would go and sell it before I raised the cash, so I'm banking with myself at the moment.
The dog is/was great. Last night it amused everyone by strolling round the living room, finding things and taking photos and responding to commands.
This morning the dog is dead. Apparently I've managed to corrupt the highly expensive (and somewhat unique) key which holds its personality. A man is coming tomorrow to take the memory stick away and try to rebuild it. If this is not possible I face a (quite long) wait for a replacement. Ho hum. Perhaps a goldfish would have been more sensible.