We were over at some friend’s house a while back, playing Ticket to Ride and Hand and Foot, whilst eating nachos and brownies. It was a delightful evening with good friends and good food and good fellowship. But it was warm. Like it’s been known to do in Phoenix, AZ. To escape the heat, I sauntered into the vacant living room hoping that less bodies = cooler air. My youngest son was also in there cooling off. We chatted a bit and then I noticed that he was having difficulty with the ceiling fan remote control. The fan was set on low. We needed high. He was aiming the device at the fan at different angles but the speed wasn’t changing. There was a knob on the remote so he tried turning it all the way to the left, then all the way to the right. No change. Weird. Maybe the batteries were dead?
Then reality hit….. the 73 pound beagle in the backyard was howling like he had a squirrel up a tree. It was not a ceiling fan remote that my son had in his hand. It was a doggy shock collar remote. Poor thing.
We have been over to the same house weekly since that fateful shocking day and we have not seen the remote for the dog collar AT ALL. Not even on the top of the fridge. Maybe the dog ate it?