While I canât fault your reasoning on robot taxonomy, apparently weâre both wrong:Â Arwen, as much as she is a high-prey-drive animal, is foremost, a herding dog, and has decided that the Lawn Roomba is a SHEEP.
What happened is the lawn roomba belongs to the guy that does most of the maintainence on the neighborhood park, and he had it out grazing on a different section of lawn when my parents came down for a walk and Arwen was siezed by 200 years worth fo Kelpie Instincts, rolled out of her Harness and proceded to herd the shit out of this tiny, oblivious robot. Â
Everything was on display- mock-stalking, intimidating eye contact, barking, running in front of it to try to get it to balk, the scariest barking she can muster (which is actually. pretty scary if youâre not used to Loud Dogs), looking back at my parents for directions. or rather, looking at my Mom while Dad tried unsuccessuflly to capture her.
After about ten minutes they realized she wasnât biting it, and decided to let her play Sheep Simulator 5000 for a while. She eventually figured out thatÂ
It doesnât respond to Yelling, Posturing or Aggressive Eye Contact
It does respond to having itâs wheels or bump hazards hitÂ
It would respond to its side being nosed or slapped by moving in a different direction
Conent that this was apparently some kind of blind, deaf and particularly stupid sheep, she could now manage the robot by smacking it if it got too close to the creek bed or fence for her liking, and was eventually content to sit on the highest point of the field and Supervise (TM) it.
âHey.â Said Roger, owner of the robot. âDo you think if I put the ramp down sheâll herd it into the back of my pickup?â
Arwen was mostly asleep in the afternoon sun as roger put the ramp down but woke right up when mom Whistled, then pointed at the truck. She immediately went after the robot and did something that wouldnât have occured to me, an allegedly more intelligent being: the robot is roughly triangular, and when it hits an obstacle, will change direction so that one of its other sides (rather than points) is now the âfrontâ. So to get it to move in a straight line in the direction she wanted, Arwen would smack the two sides of the robot that she didnât want it to go in in quick sucession, and got it across the field, over a small hill and up the ramp as fast as itâs clumsy little wheels could go.
âI didnât know you had a fully-trained sheepdog!â Said Roger
âMe either.â said Mom.
So Arwen now has a Semi-Weekly Appointment to play with Sheepbot.
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