Ok, I am down in Santa Cruz with my wonderful Family and nothing has happened to write about. I was going to write about Cooper’s amazing ability to sculpture through defecation, but I was told I absolutely could not mention that. So I won’t.
Ok, so my son-in-law, Bobby, said he could run my stories through an AI processor and it will write a story. So I sent him 3 of my stories and I gave it an idea and it came up with this. Scary.
The Artificial Intelligence story:
Ricky had always loved playing the guitar, plucking the strings and strumming chords until he found a melody that made him smile. His music could fill the house, bouncing off the walls and reverberating through the rooms. Some days, you could even hear him jamming from the other side of the street. But it seemed that Cooper, the family dog, had a different opinion altogether.
One day, Ricky decided to practice a new tune he'd been working on. He picked up his guitar, settled in his favorite spot on the couch, and began to play. The moment the first few notes escaped the instrument, Cooper's ears perked up, and he cocked his head to the side, as if trying to make sense of the noise invading his home.
Ricky continued to play, oblivious to Cooper's growing discomfort. The dog paced around the room, huffing and puffing with annoyance. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Cooper let out a low, rumbling growl, followed by a series of sharp, disgruntled barks. It was as if he was shouting, "Enough, already!"
Ricky stopped playing mid-strum, his fingers frozen on the fretboard. He looked at Cooper, his face a mix of surprise and amusement. Cooper stared back, his eyes practically screaming, "I'm not kidding, pal. That's enough!"
Sensing a new opportunity for fun, Ricky decided to test Cooper's limits. He started playing again, this time louder and more boisterous than before. Cooper's barks grew more intense, and he leaped onto the couch, planting himself firmly between Ricky and his guitar.
Ricky couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. His dog was staging a musical protest! He put down his guitar and gave Cooper a gentle pat on the head. "Alright, buddy," he conceded, "I'll practice somewhere else for a while."
Cooper seemed satisfied with the truce, wagging his tail as if to say, "Thank you, human. My ears can't take it anymore." From that day on, Ricky made sure to practice in a different room or outside, far away from Cooper's sensitive ears. And as for Cooper, he couldn't have been happier - peace and quiet, at last!
