Dog Eats Tivo Remote; Owner Distraught, Resumes Blogging
In a bold experiment, Daisy May and I went out on Friday night and left Leo alone with the whole house. Usually we keep him in a crate-a lot of people who know more about dogs than we do recommend this to control anxiety-but we wanted to see if we could give him more freedom.
We had dinner at Benihana, of all places (happy birthday K-Dub!). Kitschy and undeniably fun. Then we moved on to drinks at the Sorrento-a beautiful hotel bar. Upon arriving home, we made the gruesome discovery.
Leo decided that the Tivo remote (or Motie, as we've come to call it) would make a delicious snack. Devestated at the destruction of this crucial device, I made numerous threats to send Leo to the glue factory. He did not seem too concerned by these threats, as they are typically aimed at horses. Plus, there really aren't any glue factories convenient to us.
We had dinner at Benihana, of all places (happy birthday K-Dub!). Kitschy and undeniably fun. Then we moved on to drinks at the Sorrento-a beautiful hotel bar. Upon arriving home, we made the gruesome discovery.
Leo decided that the Tivo remote (or Motie, as we've come to call it) would make a delicious snack. Devestated at the destruction of this crucial device, I made numerous threats to send Leo to the glue factory. He did not seem too concerned by these threats, as they are typically aimed at horses. Plus, there really aren't any glue factories convenient to us.
The Perp
The victim in happier times, with friend Trollie
The autopsy confirmed death by cuddly puppy
Motie was only 3 years old, yet it's hard to imagine life without him. How will we skip commercials now? What will happen to my Season Pass for the Rachel Ray show? How will I record late-night episodes of Silk Stalkings? It's all unbearable.
The author being comforted by Jesus
So long, Motie. You were too good for this world.
posted by Bryan Fish @ 9:45 AM
3 comments
3 Comments:
I'm sorry to hear of your loss. I hope that the Lord can shepherd you throught this difficult time...
Hmmm, I had no idea you had names for your remote controls. They must be very special.
While I don't know much about these new technologies (I'm just a Christian Housewife) I feel your pain. Our Gladys once jumped up on the dining room table and ate half of a tuna noodle casserole before the Colonel could get her off!
I'm concerned about the lovely painting of Jesus, however. He is lovingly, and in a most heterosexual way, embracing you. Yet you appear so stiff and uncomfortable. Do you hate Jesus, or was that angel making you uncomfortable?
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