Our dog is smarter than I thought.

My bedroom TV stopped working three days ago. The remote control would not energize it nor would the push button switch on top of it. The TV was dead, dead, dead and I could not resurrect it. I was in despair; a bedroom TV is my blankie. If I didn’t have the flu, I would have bought a new one today.

I just went into my bedroom to take an ibuprophen; our little white fluffy dog was lying on my bed, napping.

AND THE TV WAS ON AND IT IS WORKING AS IT SHOULD.

Our dog fixed it; there is no other explanation.

It’s obvious he has human-level intelligence and is plotting to take over the world. Ask him if you can get in on his plans.

And all without opposable thumbs!

Just wait till you get the bill.

He only wants everything he doesn’t have; that seems reasonable since I feel mostly the same way.

I just noticed that while he was repairing the TV he changed some of the channel numbers; what used to be MT-TV is now the CWM channel. The TV guide channel has been relocated, and I don’t know what happened to the National Geographic channel. The Discovery channel is apparently just gone.

So, he not only repaired the TV, he has given me a valuable lesson in not taking things for granted. Just because something has always been in a certain place doesn’t mean that it always will be there.

Our dog is awesome.

Well, dog spelled backwards is …

Are you sure your dog is not the protrusion into our dimension of some vast hyperintelligent pandimensional being?

I’ve given that hypothesis a lot of thought since you posted it a few minutes ago and I can only conclude that he is not of this world; your idea makes as much sense as any other.