"A day in the life of me, Züri"
- melissacpeneycad
- Apr 10
- 2 min read
As told by Züri, the Bernese Mountain Dog, with the assistance of ChatGPT
Morning starts when she comes into my room. Melissa. My human. My sun, my moon, my everything. I roll onto my back, belly ready. She always delivers. Rubs. Kisses. Sweet whispers of "good morning." I am the luckiest dog alive.
Then it's outside - urgent business. Then breakfast! The greatest thing ever invented: yogurt, blueberries, peas, carrots, and kibble. While I dine, Melissa feeds The Cats. Toby and Maestro. I love them. They do not love me. Yet. I am patient.
She disappears into the Water Box, and when she returns, we go to The Car. I must bring a toy. This is the law. Today, it's Blue Squid. He is an excellent passenger. We are off to Daycare—my second favorite place. But saying goodbye to Melissa? Heartbreaking every time. Thankfully I do have nice Humans who take good care of me throughout the day, even when I do something gross, like Eat My Poop. And every Friday, I get to see My Cooper. He's my boyfriend. He's French. Very sophisticated, Mum tells me. My Dad, Daniel, who calls himself Plan B, is not pleased I have a Boyfriend.
I spend my day in glorious play. I bark. I bounce. I nap in sunbeams. I think of Melissa often.
When she comes back, it's the best moment of the day. She opens the door and my soul flies. We go to The Magic Place: Tim Hortons. I get two timbits. TWO. I can smell cheese from a mile away, but these little balls of joy? Perfection.
At home, Melissa is busy. Sometimes she stares at glowing rectangles. Sometimes she chops vegetables and makes sizzling noises in The Food Cave. Sometimes she hugs the Other Human and I must intervene. I jump up to join. Love must be shared. I am love.
The cats still avoid me, but I try again. Toby seems curious, so maybe one day we will cuddle. Maybe today Maestro will boop my nose. (He does not.)
Eventually, I melt into the couch beside Her. Belly up. It is rubbed. I am whole.
Before bed, she brushes my teeth. I do not love this part. But I accept it, because I love Her.
And then I sleep. Dreaming of forests, timbits, Pup Cups from The Other Magic Place, and The Cats finally playing with me.
I am Züri.
And Melissa is my whole world.
This story was written to showcase just how far AI tools, like ChatGPT, are advancing. ChatGPT received minimal input from Züri (well, me, Melissa, but you know what I mean) and generated this story, which is adorable, heart-melting, and scarily accurate. ChatGPT delivered unexpected insight. Light edits were made by me (Melissa) but otherwise, the story is entirely AI-generated.
