Hyperactive Dogs and Fancy Motorcycles

I'm still in the late stages of an awful cold, but shook it off a bit to write a new conversation with Emmy, the Queen of Niskayuna over at Forbes:

“HEY! YOU POODLES! STAY OFFA MY LAWN!”

“Emmy! Stop barking!” I sit up. She’s at the gap between the fences, where she can see into the front yard.

“But, those poodles..”

“We’ve had this conversation. It’s a public street, other dogs are allowed to walk on it. No barking.” She comes over, sheepishly. “Why can’t you just lie down and enjoy the nice day, hmm?”

“Well, I would. But, you know… Quantum.”

“What?”

“I would love to just lie in the sun, but I can’t. You should understand– it’s quantum physics.”

I look at her. She looks back.

I rub my temples. She wags her tail cheerfully.

I’m going to regret this. “Oh, fine. How does quantum physics explain your inability to quietly bask in the sun without getting up every two minutes?”

“I’m glad you asked. See, it’s all about confinement..."

There's also a human-centered explanation, after the conversation with Emmy, that brings in Richard Thompson:

So, if that combination sounds interesting, well, head over to Forbes and read the whole thing...

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