My husband Chris and I live with our two sons Jake 11, and Cal 14, and our white and brown German Shorthair, Gizmo, just outside of Napa valley. We are very fortunate to have a nice big piece of property where the kids and Gizmo have lots of room to run and play.
One night when my husband and I were sitting down to watch a previously DVR’d show Chris asked me where the remote was. We checked all the usual places, behind the couch and under the cushions. Usually, a search of all these places would turn up the remote. But no, nothing that night. We couldn’t even watch our show, because without the TV remote control, you can’t do anything. Needless to say, Chris and I were not happy campers.
The next night at dinner, we confronted Jake and Cal. Both kids swore they had no idea, which did not convince us, so we made them both go check their bedrooms. After no remote control was found, my husband offered a reward, $10 to whoever found the remote. The kids were off on their hunt but unfortunately turned up empty handed.
I had given up, so that night I ordered a new remote control on the internet and had it shipped overnight to us.
The new TV remote came the next day and we were back to normal. Until the following day, when the remote again mysteriously disappeared. Now this was not funny anymore.
We repeated the same scenario as the previous time and ended up ordering another remote control on line.
Believe it or not this scenario happened 3 more times. My husband and I were baffled. We decided the only way to keep the remote control from disappearing again was to tie it down. Chris invented this crazy contraption and somehow attached a long cord to the remote control. Problem solved, you would think. But no, when we woke up the next morning the remote was gone again.
After close inspection, we realized that the cord was chewed through. And then it hit us, GIZMO!
Apparently our little pooch was taking the remote every night and going out through the doggy door we had installed so he could let himself in and out whenever he wanted.
We ran out to the back yard and found not less than six new dug graves, with TV remotes half buried in each.
It was so bizarre we just had to laugh. Needless to say, when we retire for the night, the remote is placed somewhere where Gizmo will not be able to get it. Sorry Gizmo
Byline: Judy Bizzaro, contributing editor