mission five
[not having an actual voice that the humans can understand is confusing. and sad. because normally, Master Tony would know exactly what he wanted. the barks and the woofs and the whining and the tail-wagging are not really working so well as he wishes they would.
so Dug has been reduced to finding other ways to keep himself occupied. Master Tony's house is very big and there are oh so many things to look at ... but not so many to play with.
until he wanders down one day and finds ... THE LAB.
there are a few spare bits lying around from something Tony had been working on, and a scrap bar of metal on the floor. Dug wanders over, picks it up, and gives it an experimental gnaw. he doesn't really like how it tastes, so he trots over to the far side of the room and spits it out.
one of the robotic arms decides that That Is Not Where The Bar Belongs, and dutifully moves it back.
OH. THIS IS FETCH. Dug knows fetch. picks the bar up and moves it back over to the side of the room, upon which the robot arm does its thing again.]
WOOF!
[repeat ad nauseam. or until Pepper or Tony figure out WTH is going on down here]
so Dug has been reduced to finding other ways to keep himself occupied. Master Tony's house is very big and there are oh so many things to look at ... but not so many to play with.
until he wanders down one day and finds ... THE LAB.
there are a few spare bits lying around from something Tony had been working on, and a scrap bar of metal on the floor. Dug wanders over, picks it up, and gives it an experimental gnaw. he doesn't really like how it tastes, so he trots over to the far side of the room and spits it out.
one of the robotic arms decides that That Is Not Where The Bar Belongs, and dutifully moves it back.
OH. THIS IS FETCH. Dug knows fetch. picks the bar up and moves it back over to the side of the room, upon which the robot arm does its thing again.]
WOOF!
[repeat ad nauseam. or until Pepper or Tony figure out WTH is going on down here]