I adore my 10-year-old pup. A lot. To the point where my mother dodges my calls on vet days so she doesn't have to hear a breathless blow-by-blow of his every aspirated fatball. But my fixation is, admittedly, less about the dog, and more about the countless pet "gadgets" I'm offered on a daily basis. I, without fail, say "yes please send me your camera that sits on the dog's collar and takes pictures when the dog barks!" I do not know when I will need these devices, but I want to test them.