For all of you who thought using “the dog ate my homework” as an excuse was too cliché, rest assured – it does happen!
Found this little gem this morning when I was just about to hop on the treadmill. I heard a very distinct crunching noise coming from the living room and, alas! There it was! My dog, trying to eat my homework!
If I would have thought of it in the moment, I could have snapped a photo of the little guy at work, but let’s face it – 6 a.m. comes awfully early for just about all of us, right?
Good job, Lambeau. In my state of half-awakeness, I failed to document you in the act. So for now, I suppose it’s my word against yours.
Good thing I’m the one that makes the rules around here.