The Dog Ate My Homework by Robin Trimingham


The Dog Ate My Homework by Robin Trimingham

The dog ate my homework, aka this weeks article. Honest, he did.

OK, perhaps I fib, but I figure that it is fair to blame him because over the past four years he has eaten just about everything else including: an entire tube of cortisone cream, a wax candle, my blackberry case, my blackberry, 3 belts (or was it four?), the air conditioning remote, the TV remote, yellow boxer shorts, countless pens, an entire box of Godiva chocolate (on Christmas eve no less – dog fine, carpet not so much), two black pumps (from different pairs of shoes naturally), several sticks, a ruler, an entire rubber bathmat, most of a Venetian blind (he still swears that this was all in a vain attempt to save me from a fly), countless brown paper bags, and a couple dozen egg cartons.

I’m exhausted just typing this list – imagine trying to catch him as he dives under the bed with his latest treasure! As you can see from the photo he has been at it again — this time it is a microphone diffuser that has earned his special attention. Who knew someone with legs that are barely eight inches long could leap onto a table that is almost four feet high?

Now I know what you are thinking, but just try disciplining something this cute with a straight face. It’s impossible! He either giggles with mischievous glee as he bunny hops off the ottoman and escapes behind the sofa, or he looks at you with sincere astonishment and apology as if to say, “You’re kidding? I can’t eat the spatula? I’m so sorry, I had no idea that was not for me. Let me chew it some more and see if I can make it better …”

What can I say, he is the most loving and entertaining little chap I have ever met, and I am sooooo thankful that he has not figured out how to open the refrigerator!

By Robin Trimingham

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