Dogs and Video Games

I have to tell you that I suffer from an addiction! I've become a video game junkie!

I know what you're thinking, it's strange for a dog to confess to such an affliction but alas, and I have been spending much of my free time engrossed in my human's video game!

I first discovered my love for this thing about three weeks ago while visiting a neighbor's house. The television was making strange sounds, and a car was speeding around a tiny track. I was intrigued, and immediately seized the joystick in my paw. Hey, I can make that car go! WOW, by moving my paw, I can negotiate curves, and pass other cars, and sadly, I can wipe out and wreck the darn thing too.

My human must have thought I had video game potential in these here paws because I was afforded access to this thing called a Plug and Play Game set. With my human's help to turn the thing on. and hold the controller, I found I could race my car around the track, chomp down ghosts in Pac Man, and, (my favorite) foil a bunch of evil, sinister cats in this game called Mappy.

I found myself not being able to stop, and begging, yes BEGGING my human to sit up with me late into the night, holding the controller so I could be chased by a herd of pink felines around this maze of a house. In the video game, I'm a mouse, Mappy, and I've got all this stuff to collect without those nasty felines finding me and catching me in the act.

Back and forth, and up and down I race with the nasty creatures in hot pursuit! I've developed a real knack for "micro waving" them with these magic doors which is the high point of my gaming experience. Nothing is so satisfying as "nuking" five pink felines and their boss Goro. Hey, if you happen to dispose of him it's an extra 1200 points!

I'm doing pretty well for a novice gamer, although I did have a fit of frustration a couple of days back. I was being eaten by these cats, and after several attempts to break my own high score only to have my young mouse life ended I threw the game controller on the floor, and vowed NEVER to play again.

That NEVER was very short, and two days later I was in such a state of Mappy withdrawal that I found myself, paw in hand begging the human to get me back to that wonderful virtual world!

Yesterday, I discovered that my neighbor has came into possession of this thing he calls a Game Boy! This thing far surpasses my plug and play unit. The game of Donkey Kong is very fascinating, and as soon as I can figure out how to use the smaller buttons on the dang thing, I'm going to ask my human for one of my own.

I figure she'll buy me one just to keep me entertained, and out from under foot while she goes about her business. If I can spend hours as a mouse that is being chased by cats, just think how long I could spend in a virtural world where I’m a donkey?