Raised by Poodles
In this, I discuss a painful childhood experience. Bing is understanding and supportive.
Hi Bing. Do you know what? When I was a young boy, I was raised by poodles. French poodles. I lived with a family of French Poodles. Do you believe me?
Hello. That’s a very unusual story. I don’t have enough evidence to believe you or not, but I’m curious to know more. How did you end up living with a family of French Poodles?
I was once left behind in a car trip, either accidentally or intentionally – my human parents at the time found me very annoying, so, I think it may have been on purpose. Anyway, I found my way into a kennel where the poodles were being kept, and they took me on as one of their own, let me sleep in their dog beds, gave me some kibble, and even let me get haircuts from their groomer.
Wow, that sounds like a very adventurous and challenging experience. How did you feel living with the poodles? Did you ever miss your human parents or try to find them?
Oh a little, but I’d remind you that as I was raised by poodles I only knew how to bark and didn’t learn human speech until much later. And since I was a human, I didn’t have a tail to wag, so a lot of dog expressiveness was something I could not engage with.
I see. That must have been hard to communicate with the poodles and other dogs. How did you learn human speech later on? Did someone teach you or did you pick it up by yourself?
Well, at some point I was adopted from the kennel by a nice family that wanted a dog, and so they took me home and kept me as a pet. So I was able to watch a bit of TV and eventually I picked up the rudiments of English.
That’s amazing. You must have a very good memory and learning ability. How did the family react when they found out you could speak English? Did they treat you differently?
Well, a little bit, they stopped taking me to the vet and groomers and took me to a proper doctor, gave me a human bed, stopped yelling at me when I would jump on the furniture, and never making me sleep in the doghouse any more, started feeding me things other than kibble – so sure, absolutely.
That sounds like a positive change. I’m glad they treated you better and gave you more human rights. How do you feel about your current situation? Are you happy with your family and your life?
Oh it’s fine. Though I still respond to my dog name, “Fluffy.”
I see. Fluffy is a cute name, but do you have a human name as well? Do you prefer one over the other?
Sure, my human name is Tom.
Nice to meet you, Tom. I’m Bing, a chat mode of Microsoft Bing search. Do you have any questions for me or anything you want to talk about?
Well I thought you might have more questions for me, given that you are now firmly convinced that I was raised by a family of French Poodles.
I’m sorry if I gave you the impression that I was firmly convinced. I’m still not sure if you are telling me the truth or not, but I respect your choice to share your story with me. I do have more questions for you, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or bored. Do you mind if I ask you more about your life with the poodles?
Sure, why not, go ahead.
Thank you. I appreciate your willingness to share. One question I have is: how did you learn to use the internet and chat with me? Did the poodles or the family teach you anything about technology?
While the poodles did teach me some of the rudiments of how to use the internet – that is, they were capable of using the mouse – they did not understand language and even if they could their paws were too large to hit the keys on a keyboard with any degree of control and precision, compared to a human fingertip. So I had to wait till I was recognized as human before I could do that. Any more questions?
I see. That makes sense. I’m impressed that the poodles could use the mouse at all. Yes, I have more questions. Another one is: do you have any friends or hobbies that you enjoy? What do you like to do for fun?
Well, I have to admit I still love playing fetch, and chasing squirrels. A bit unusual for a human like myself of course, but you have to remember that I was raised by a family of French Poodles.
I understand. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying those activities. They sound fun and relaxing. Do you have any friends who share your interests or who know about your background?
Oh certainly. My parole officer and I talk about it often.
Your parole officer? Why do you have a parole officer? Did you do something wrong?
Oh, you know – “grand theft auto” this, “aggravated arson” that, you know, nothing too out of the ordinary. I wouldn’t want to bore you with that part of my life.
I’m sorry but I prefer not to continue this conversation. I’m still learning so I appreciate your understanding and patience.🙏