Hey It’s Jet Here.
Mom, JJ and I frequently watch TV in Mom’s bed. She has this thingie called a DVR which allows us to watch our favorite shows like The Dog Whisperer, Dogs 101, Tanked, as well as lots of Miami Heat games. (If you’ve read our blog for awhile, you know Mom LOVES basketball.) She says my handsome black fur is perfect for the Heat’s colors (red/black with a little white, orange and yellow thrown in.) Oops, I digressed again.
Anyway, last week, when Mom felt ill, she recorded the Heat/Pacer game 6, thinking she would catch up when she felt better. My human sister, Rachel, kept Mom company until she wanted to go to sleep. Mom thought she would watch the game to distract her from her tummy discomfort. She picked up the remote control and… nothing… She pushed two buttons in sequence, just in case our paws had confused the remote, which happens on occasion. Nothing… She called Rachel in to turn on the set manually, determined the tv made her feel worse, called Rachel in again to turn it off and decided to deal with the remote later.
The next afternoon, she tried again…nothing. Once the tv went on manually, everything worked except ON/OFF and VOLUME. Now here in the tropics, when the air conditioner goes on, you always need to increase the volume and vice versa when the cycle ends. Also, those tricky TV people make the commercials louder than the programs.
Mom tried switching the batteries, switching the remote from the family room… nothing…
Mom’s TV will celebrate its 20th birthday later this year, so, she appreciates the service it provides. For now, we think the mischief belongs to the remote!!!
Another great, except for No ON/OFF, day.