My Dog Built a Time Machine! 🐶⏳🚀

You’re not going to believe me—but I swear this is true. My dog, Charlie, built a time machine. Not with my help. Not with instructions. He did it entirely on his own… out of parts from the garage, an old Roomba, and what I thought was just a pile of chewed-up tennis balls.

It all started when I noticed he was spending hours in the garage instead of chasing squirrels or begging for snacks. He’d disappear with random items—like my calculator, some aluminum foil, and even a half-eaten peanut butter sandwich. Then one day, I walked in to find it: a strange contraption that looked like a shopping cart fused with a blender… glowing and humming.

Before I could even ask what was going on, Charlie barked twice, pressed a paw-sized button, and the whole room flashed blue. When I opened my eyes, we weren’t in my garage anymore. We were in prehistoric times—face to face with a confused-looking dinosaur. Charlie just wagged his tail like it was no big deal.

From there, we hopped through time. Ancient Egypt? He knocked over a pyramid of golden bones. The 1980s? He rocked leg warmers and joined a breakdance crew. Even the future—where dogs rule the world and humans are trained to fetch snacks.

But here’s the twist: Charlie didn’t build the time machine for fun. He was trying to retrieve his favorite bone that he buried in the backyard… ten years ago. Talk about dedication.

Eventually, we made it back (with the bone), and the time machine mysteriously disappeared. Charlie now naps like he’s aged 100 years and snores with a suspicious sci-fi hum. I don’t ask questions anymore.

All I know is… my dog built a time machine. And I’ll never look at tennis balls the same way again.