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The Dog Ate My Homework
2/8/08 20:16Today I made two dozen Forget-Me-Nots, 13 yellow pansies, a dozen daisies (not pictured), four full-blown roses, a dozen or so sweet-peas, a dozen or so rosebuds, and a bunch of miscellaneous blossoms. Homework was to bring in 70 or so flowers for class this week.
I was particularly pleased with the roses and sweet-peas. So I pushed them back against the counter and left them to dry, and Spouse and I went out to see the X-Files movie.
Came home and guess what?
Who, me? Would I eat your homework?
Of course she would. Three roses, one sweet-pea, two rosebuds, and three blossoms survived her depredations. And the daisies, which were drying out of her reach. The worst part is that she ate all the little wax paper squares on which the flowers were made. Which means that in the middle of the night peristalsis may back up on her...
Spouse and I amused ourselves, in our child-free household, by calling the dog many unprintable names. Dog, whose flea-sized memory has already flushed out the data of her guilt, basked in the closeness and love. Damned dog.
I was particularly pleased with the roses and sweet-peas. So I pushed them back against the counter and left them to dry, and Spouse and I went out to see the X-Files movie.
Came home and guess what?
Who, me? Would I eat your homework?
Of course she would. Three roses, one sweet-pea, two rosebuds, and three blossoms survived her depredations. And the daisies, which were drying out of her reach. The worst part is that she ate all the little wax paper squares on which the flowers were made. Which means that in the middle of the night peristalsis may back up on her...
Spouse and I amused ourselves, in our child-free household, by calling the dog many unprintable names. Dog, whose flea-sized memory has already flushed out the data of her guilt, basked in the closeness and love. Damned dog.
