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        Let The Dogs Out? Woof! What?by Mad Dog
 
 
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      | This long sought
        after invention brings us one step closer to mankind’s oldest
        goal—to become just like Dr. Doolittle. The Rex Harrison one, not the
        Eddie Murphy one.
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        what that dog next door was trying to tell the neighborhood when he
        barked for two straight hours starting at 3:00 AM, keeping you awake in
        spite of the earplugs, the pillow over your head, and your yelling out
        the window every ten minutes? Now, thanks to a company in—guess
        where!—Japan, you can find out. Takara Co., Ltd (motto: “Barking and
        screaming our way into the 21st century”) has released a “portable
        emotional analyzer” called Bowlingual which they say can translate a
        dog’s barking. Of course at the moment you have to speak Japanese to
        know what Spot-san is saying, but I suspect that’s easier than
        learning to speak fluent Doggish. It must be since it took Takara and
        two other high tech companies several years to get this thing working
        and it can still only identify six types of barks.    The dog wears a collar that contains
        a microphone. This transmits the dog’s yapping to a device which
        analyzes it, then displays its meaning on a screen, much like a
        subtitled version of Beethoven with your dog playing the part of
        Beethoven and you playing Charles Grodin, only you’re allowed to put
        inflection in your voice. It tells you whether your dog is happy, sad,
        frustrated, angry, assertive, or desirous. It doesn’t tell you why,
        that’s up to you to figure out. For that you need to rely on good old
        visual clues. For example, if your dog is barking and you’re opening a
        can of corned beef hash, it’s probably because it can’t tell the
        difference between that and dog food. Not that many of us can either. If
        she barks at the mailman every day, it’s a probably a sign that she
        needs more ginkgo in her diet because the mailman’s walked up to the
        house every day of the dog’s life—seven times a day in dog
        years—so she certainly should remember him by now. Of course if he’s
        humping your leg—that’s the dog, not the mailman—you might need a
        Bowlingual, since this could be caused by any of those six emotions,
        though obnoxious is what usually comes to mind. (NOTE: If it is the
        mailman humping your leg, Bowlingual won’t help. Pepper spray might.)
 
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      | Deer could
        probably learn to bark, in which case we could outfit them all with
        Bowlingual collars, learn Japanese, and find out what they’re saying.
        It will probably turn out to be “Bambi was playing with matches.”
 |  | This long
        sought after invention brings us one step closer to mankind’s oldest
        goal—to become just like Dr. Doolittle. The Rex Harrison one, not the
        Eddie Murphy one. Imagine being able to know what your cat is saying
        when she sits on your face in the middle of the night and pretends your
        nose is a catnip mouse. Or being able to tell whether your parakeet is
        singing because it’s happy, bored, showing off for the cute little
        pigeon sitting on the window sill, or trying to drown out all the hype
        over Kelly Clarkson, the winner of American Idol. Or just trying
        to drown her out.    Hopefully once they perfect
        Bowlingual they’ll expand it so it can translate for other animals. An
        elephant version would have come in handy in India recently when herds
        of wild pachyderms stormed into some villages, drank the resident’s
        homemade beer, then in a gesture of complete boorishness and
        ungratefulness, complained because there was no Guinness. Just kidding,
        actually they destroyed the villagers houses while drunk. Talk about
        rude houseguests who won’t be invited back. At the very least a
        Bowlingual Dumbotron IV would have helped the elephants in court when
        they tried to defend themselves on the grounds that the villagers should
        have carded them before they were allowed into town. Hey, if you’ve
        ever heard an elephant testify you know how ambiguous some of those
        trumpeted roars can be.
 
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      | If a dog’s vocabulary is as limited as the Bowlingual
        makes it out to be we’re going to get bored with the conversation
        pretty quickly. But that doesn’t mean we won’t find other uses for
        it.
 |  | Knowing what animals are saying would not only make life around
        the house quieter, it could also save lives. In the United States,
        27,000 people a year are injured by rats. Face it, we have no idea what
        all that squeaking is about. What we’ve always assumed was a sign of
        aggression or hunger could, in fact, be them asking that all copies of
        Michael Jackson’s Ben be destroyed, something no sane person
        would object to. And what about the more than 1 million collisions that
        occur each year between deer and cars? If we knew what deer were saying
        when they leaped out in front of us it could help save their lives and
        our car insurance rates. Okay, so deer don’t speak, but they could
        probably learn to bark, in which case we could outfit them all with
        Bowlingual collars, learn Japanese, and find out what they’re saying.
        It will probably turn out to be “Bambi was playing with matches.”    I don’t expect the Bowlingual to be
        a huge seller. After all, if a dog’s vocabulary is as limited as the
        Bowlingual makes it out to be we’re going to get bored with the
        conversation pretty quickly. But that doesn’t mean we won’t find
        other uses for it. Moviegoers could use it to translate Marlon
        Brando’s mumbling. Los Angeles traffic police could use it to
        interpret Nick Nolte’s excuse the next time he’s pulled over. And
        the United Nations could use it to determine if President Bush’s bark
        is worse than his bite. I smell a Nobel Peace Prize in the making. ©2002 Mad Dog
        Productions, Inc. All Rights Reserved.These columns appear in better newspapers across the country.
        Read them to your dog.
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