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Okay, let's be clear. Big Boyfriend and I are not early adopters of technology. Cell phones? We bought our first ones ever in 2002, after a car headed in the opposite direction crossed the center line and introduced me to a world in which immediate access to 911 might indeed be a good thing. Emergencies only, that's all we need these things for when we got our first pair of phones. Except maybe for also dialing long distance family and friends, since we were paying for the minutes anyway.

We soldiered on with our little black and white screened flip phones for the next seven years, ignoring the lure of colored screens, and texting, and taking tiny pictures, and playing music on our phones, and watching tiny television shows.  Cuz geez, a phone's a phone. Where exactly other than home am I going to be that I need to listen to music? And who wants to spend their time squinting at video on a tiny Barbie sized screen anyway?

We probably would have held on to our first phones even longer, but the promise of better quality calls and the practical application of hands free bluetooth technology finally won us over in 2009. Yeah baby, we were gonna be set for maybe a decade this time, what with our voice + 300 texts a month plan and me with my cool querty keypad flip phone that would let me text to the only three people I knew who actually knew how to text back.  Poo on you, Apple and all you smartphone makers out there. I don't need a drink from your hipster doogan kool-aid. App schmapp.

And yeah, as you might imagine, I should have known better, and I blame it all on the little kielbasa. Because now here I sit, enthralled with the thought of being able to peek in on tiny chumley when I am away from the house, just like Kona's mom does to her little one. I am excited about the thought of unchaining Big Boyfriend from his laptop so that he can enjoy some time out in the fresh air as part of our pack, yet still be the responsible bacon bringer that he is whenever he is called upon to be so. And I like that I can stay connected with Baxter's little world and even update it if necessary, all from the palm of my 4G fueled hand, wherever I am, without worry of lugging around a laptop in places I'd rather not take it.  Today, I am proud to say that I am willing to be dragged into the 21st century, and I blame it all on my tiny furry beast, my four year old dachshund who spends most of his days sleeping and digging and playing with duks. My little boy Baxter, the light of our lives, and now, bringer of technology.

Home alone? Never fear, baby dog. Mom & Dad will always be watching over you. :)