Technical difficulties

When I figure out how to post pictures and links to my friend's blog, I will. Mom is no help. She's living in the past, the past of wind-up picture-takers, dialable talk-and-listens with a thing that looks like a really lonnnnnnnnnnng puggy tail, black round shiny loud things that slide when quiet into cardboard squares which I would like to wee on but am not allowed, and other soft old goodsmelling stuff I would like to get my tiny baby teeth into but Mom keeps suspended in the air from a rack. Mommy is hopelessly mired in the olden days. Looks like I'll have to wait for Dad to come home if I can't figure it out, he's pretty hip. Somehow Mom never forgets to turn off the 'puter, though.............so I can't experiment with it while she is away. Bye for now.