Coffee, Computers, and Max
This is trouble.
Trouble is named Max.
Trouble has to be cute. If he was not cute, trouble would be dead.
Trouble is my son's brother. My son insists on it. We don't mind.
My son loves playing with his little brother. They are both energetic and in a hurry. They like to chase things. My son likes to throw things. Sometimes, he doesn't pay attention to what he is throwing or where. He is too busy giving his brother something to chase.
I work at the dining room table on my laptop quite a bit. It allows me to keep an eye on my son and talk to the family while I do what I need to do. Nice and central to the action.
It is not always good to be at the center of the action.
I drink a lot of coffee. I drink coffee while I work.
A tennis ball thrown by a five year old for a Jack Russell can, and will, hit your cup of coffee, filling your laptop with coffee and causing immediate shutdown.
The dog will still want the ball.
My son has offered me the $85 he has collected in change since the fall to buy a new computer.
Fortunately, I replaced the hard drive and cpu. The laptop has survived, and my wife is no longer making fun of me for keeping old computer parts.
My son gets to keep his $85.
Trouble is still looking for the ball.
We have another dog. Our other dog is Uncle Vincent. Vincent does not like to chase things. He makes old man sounds and sneezes. He doesn't like to go outside. Sometimes he sleeps on a ball, but he does not chase them. Vincent is not as much fun as little brother.