It started with The Magic Window.
After years of completely ignoring Shaun’s Giant Magic Window, Christmas has turned nightly TV watching into a vigorous aerobic exercise affectionately named “Save the Television.”
Bye Bye delightful Couch Potato-hood.
Can we claim we thought our homeowner’s policy stated coverage for “Acts of Dog” before we signed?
Christmas was severely malnourished when he adopted us. We made the (in hindsight) disastrous decision to provide top quality dog food. His vision dramatically improved. How could this not be good?
Here’s how: he now understands we have a Magic Window.
(We barely saved the TV from the eagle incident.)
We tried Dog TV, mistakenly thinking he might enjoy watching dogs do stuff. Disastor. Mega Aerobic Dog Tackling session. Apparently we are a single dog family.
He has favorite programs:
- Anything on the Food Network. (Understandable?)
- Grey’s Anatomy.
- The Olympics
It makes me sad he doesn’t like to watch The Big Bang. It’s my favorite.
There is one thing he loathes above all others:
The other night he woke me up at 3 am to go out.
He didn’t want to use the facilities. He marched into the living room, plopped down in front of the TV, and turned his head to look at me, both imploring and impatient.
Turn it on please.
It took all I had not to throw the remote at him. (Afterall, he might learn how to use it.)
I’m afraid he’s going to discover the computer…