DVDisasters

We don’t have cable T.V. anymore. We got rid of it in 2006. I wrote about the hows, and the why would anyone do thats here. We do have a five disc DVD player however which I assure you gets quite a workout most days.
 
I don’t use it to babysit my children though I *may* use the occasional movie to keep a certain busy little blonde girl occupied more often than I care to admit. I swore up and down and sideways I would never plop a child of mine down in front of the Boob Tube, but sometimes a mama just needs a minute (or sixty) to catch her breath.
 
So when our DVD player, the only source of digital entertainment at the time, went belly up I panicked. It simply whirred away emitting a most disturbing and painful screeching sound. How was I supposed to unload the dishwasher, make dinner and send an important email while under siege by an over-tired child begging for a little Dora action?
 
In desperation I pried off the lid and not only did I locate the source of the problem, I also discovered the mystery behind the dog’s new found affection for our DVD player.
 
Apparently someone thought shoving a dog treat into the carousel was a fun idea. I’m pretty sure it was the same person who thought adding a little splash of Crayola colour to the player’s interior was a stroke of creative genius.
 
 
So THIS is why now we also have Netflix.
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