Rover looked up from his sleeping mat and watched as Charles delivered his morning chew stick and stood back to allow Rover to indulge himself in one of life’s great delights.
Munching it up he thought how fortunate he was to have secured Charles as his assistant and one who did his very beck and call. Unlike the man who claimed to own him and who treated him with indifference.
Charles was a Robot First Class-3 and fine robot in every way. After breakfast, Charles would produce a brush and give Rover a good brush down which he enjoyed as his lush black fur responded well to the brush and Charles had a deft touch when it came to brushing.
So, looking his best, he went outside to do what needed to be done and watched as Charles dutifully cleaned up the deposit left and placed it in the receptacle provided.
Rover wished Charles was adept at licking his bottom clean but that was probably a bit much to wish for even from a robot.
After a compulsory sniff around the yard Rover retired to his sleeping mat for a morning nap. It was hard work he told himself being a dog as there wasn’t a lot to do once the morning ablutions were concluded.
In the meantime, Charles busied himself in the kitchen, he was equipped with a built-in vacuum cleaner and rubber gloves which he placed on his so-called arms, and by extending his legs, he could complete the washing up and cook the owner his breakfast.
Rover watched as the robot would shock the owner anytime he tried to interfere with what Charles was doing. It was a fine arrangement as far as Rover was concerned with the owner being put in his place allowing Charles to run the household as he deemed fit.
Looking over at Rover, Charles gave him a robot wink as the owner recoiled from the latest shock. Rover ever vigilant gave a wag of his tail and drifted off to sleep.