The Dog Ate My Homework

Burt Likko

Pseudonymous Portlander. Homebrewer. Atheist. Recovering Republican. Recovering Catholic. Recovering divorcé. Editor-in-Chief Emeritus of Ordinary Times. Relapsed Lawyer, admitted to practice law (under his real name) in California and Oregon. On Twitter, to his frequent regret, at @burtlikko. House Likko's Words: Scite Verum. Colite Iusticia. Vivere Con Gaudium.

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  1. Maribou says:

    Jaybird and I are in agreement that:

    “Wow, cats might pee on stuff all the time, but at least they never do that!”Report

    • CK MacLeod in reply to Maribou says:

      Yeah, too busy sharpening their claws on the formerly valuable furniture.Report

      • Maribou in reply to CK MacLeod says:

        @ck-macleod We don’t believe in valuable furniture, other than sentimental value. For example, we still have the same couch/loveseat set that Jay’s had since he was a kid (it’s been reupholstered once and is probably going to experience that again in the coming year. Also restuffed because ow.)

        Shabby chic just looks *better* when it’s got cat holes / shreds / etc.Report

  2. Ouch. I hope she didn’t swallow any of those shards.Report

  3. Kim says:

    On the bright side, at least your dog didn’t blow up your house…Report

  4. Will H. says:

    And I remember when CDs came out, the big selling point was that they would never scratch or deteriorate like vinyl.
    Practically indestructible, those things are.
    Last forever.Report