Obviously, Sucky had seen better times. There he was, curly matted hair, limping on one hind leg, and barking at me. I decided that Sucky, my neighbor's, well, dog had a bad interface. Hmmm, I thought, maybe a makeover might be in order. So I trotted over to my neighbor's house, Sucky in tow, to share my thoughts on redesigning Sucky's look and feel. I was surprised to find that my neighbor didn't share my enthusiasm. Rich felt that while the dog didn't necessarily meet the standards of the neighborhood, Sucky's appearance and demeanor were sufficient to scare off any prowler—in other words, he served his intended purpose.
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