It involves an app that doesn’t exist for linux (which, fair enough), so I get to haul out my elderly macbook pro (it’s enormous!), search for the charger, dig through a box of cables to find a USB Mini-B, and hook up the dog. You can change the songs, but mostly we don’t, because programming it fills me with minor dread. It’s good enough to forgive it for the twenty seven thousand times I’ve heard it sing “Do you know the muffin man” over the past two years. “I love you, pause E-LIZ-A-BETH”, it says. (Also it has a reasonable volume control.) It’s a stuffed animal that makes noise, so normally I would have hidden it in a high cupboard straight away, but it’s actually pretty good: you get to configure it with the kid’s name and a bunch of favourite things, and it throws out the information often enough to be engaging. My kid has a toy dog called My Pal Scout.
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