The phrase is referenced, even beyond the educational context, as a sarcastic rejoinder to any similarly glib or otherwise insufficient or implausible explanation for a failure in any context. The claim of a dog eating one's homework is inherently suspect since it is both impossible for a teacher to disprove and conveniently absolves the student who gives that excuse of any blame. However, although suspicious, the claim is not absolutely beyond possibility since dogs are known to eat—or chew on—bunches of paper; John Steinbeck was once forced to ask his editor for additional time due to half the manuscript of Of Mice and Men having been eaten by his Irish setter. As an explanation for missing documents, it dates to a story about a Welsh minister first recorded in print in The Oxford English Dictionary suggests that a reference establishes that schoolchildren had at some time earlier than that offered it as an excuse to teachers. It was so recorded, more than once, in the bestselling novel Up the Down Staircase , and began to assume its present sense as the sine qua non of dubious excuses, particularly in American culture, both in school and out, in the s.
When my dog ate my homework?
Homework Eats Dog and Other Woeful Tales by Alan Haehnel | Playscripts Inc.
Your email address will not be published. The dog ate my homework — and far more imaginative excuses for missing homework My dog has mistaken my homework for that GOSH darn newspaper. My sister ate it… I got mugged on the way to school and they took my Bag with the homework in it. My baby brother threw up on my home work. My mom put my homework in the washer.
My Dog Ate My Homework
When I was in high school we had, for a short period, a poodle named Dusty Joe. I loathed that dog. I know, such strong emotion for a dog, but, alas, it fits my feelings toward Dusty Joe. Dusty Joe was a one dog wrecking company.
Posted May 21, by duhdad3 in Uncategorized. I wish I could remember where I heard this story so that I could give them credit but I believe it is one of the best excuse stories I have ever heard. It seems a gentleman was returning home from selling at a flea market at a neighboring town when he noticed blue lights in his rearview mirror. He rolled down his window as the officer approached. I brought the remainder of his things to sell at the flea market here in your town.