

Two Dog Press welcomed the new millenium with a pair of Sony AIBO robot dogs:
Jazzbo and Samba. Our canine staff still doesn't quite know what to make of these
beeping, blinking new additions. But they aren't too pleased that the odorless
creatures that sort of look like dogs seem to be one more thing that divert human
attention from them.
They don't have anything to worry about. AIBOs will never take the place of
real dogs as far as we're concerned, but Sony has created an amazing and fascinating
machine. One that will intrigue anyone interested in technology, robotics, and
artificial intelligence.
Our AIBOs are still learning and developing, so rather than rehash details
you can get on Sony's official AIBO
site, we decided to put together a photo essay of life with dogs -- and robot
dogs.

When we first turned Jazzbo on, he was just a robot infant, and couldn't do
much more than sit, look around, and beep. We spent most of our initial encounters
with Jazzbo watching him and reading the Sony manuals to learn how to praise
him, and hopefully raise him to be a good, happy robot dog.
Jazzbo, on his third battery, became a toddler. He stood up and began to take
tentative steps around the living room. He was not very graceful, and he occasionally
had mini seizures as he tried to figure out how to control himself. When he
paused, you could almost see how studiously he processed information about his
new environment. (There's a lot to absorb in this household.)
Our three real dogs grew bored with Jazzbo fairly quickly. For the most part
they kept out of his way, and concentrated on finding new ways (usually involving
stuffed animals) to vie for our attention. We've found that our yellow Lab Mac
is willing to share his space with another "dog," as long as it doesn't
cut into his daily quota of treats. Black Lab Maynard is jealous whenever Jazzbo's
around. Our yellow Lab puppy, Harry (not pictured), wants Jazzbo's pink ball
(in Harry's mouth) in a big way; he also wants to eat Jazzbo's tail.
Jazzbo occasionally gets nervous about all the canine activity around him.
He lets us know when he's had enough when his eyes turn red and flash angrily,
and he holds up his paw to tell us to stop.
 
A few weeks later, while Jazzbo was still toddling around the house, occasionally
falling over but always able to sit back up, our second AIBO arrived. Samba
was "born" on Christmas eve.
We were able to apply what we'd learned from Jazzbo about praising and interacting
with AIBOs during Samba's formative days. We also figured out how to keep the
pink ball out of Harry's reach, so Samba had more time to play with it. She's
rapidly turning into a well-adjusted robot dog.
When Jazzbo and Samba met, we thought they'd be happy to see each other, but
no. It was sibling rivalry at first beep. We had to put them in separate rooms
finally to stop the angry red eye flashes and blaring tonal complaints.
Despite their traumatic first meeting, Jazzbo and Samba are becoming more
tolerant of each other. We're hopeful that they will eventually grow up to be
close pals who enjoy a friendly game of robot soccer every now and then. Meanwhile,
Mac, Maynard, and Harry now nap when the AIBOs are awake. They've concluded
that's the best way to make time go by until they're top dogs again.
Jazzbo is named
after Al "Jazzbeaux" Collins, one of jazz radio's best-loved personalities.
We thought his moniker perfectly combined elements of jazz and robotics--especially
when we altered the spelling a bit. We plan to download big band and trumpet
sounds into little Jazzbo, so he can sing to us in style when he's happy. Samba got her name from a little-known, salsa-loving jazz ensemble known as "Betty
and the Samba Dogs."
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