The Dog Ate It

I never really believed “the dog ate my homework” excuse, until recently. My friend and I both love Nicholas Sparks books. (Yes, the sappy ones that include: A Walk to Remember, Message in a Bottle, and The Notebook.) I let her borrow The Choice. My friend loved it and stopped by to return it. But first she handed me a note and told me to read it. I started laughing so hard because this is what it said: Dear Auntie, Thank you for teaching me to write. [Side note: I once dogsat for them, and I left a note from the dog, pretending that I had taught her how to write.] I decided to read the book you let my mommy borrow. I got a little excited with my new skill of reading and ate the title. I am very sorry. My mommy took my allowance as punishment. I promise to never get that excited reading again. Woof woof, The Dog Then, she handed me the book. At this point I’m laughing so hard that I can’t speak. It’s funny because their dog is possibly the most well-behaved dog I’ve ever met. But, I guess she gets into mischief sometimes while they're at work. Though the book jacket is torn, the book itself still looks perfect. My friend still felt so bad that she gave me a gift card to make up for it. [Notice that it is dog themed!] The gift card certainly wasn’t necessary, although I admit that I’m a bit excited about picking out a new book! (Any suggestions??) Don’t worry. I’ll take a lesson from the dog, and I won’t get so excited that I take a bite of the gift card.