Never had a problem with a dog, but I did have a horse which was quite partial to munching my sister’s and my exercise books if given the opportunity.
Kids these days just don’t believe that back then about half the kids in my primary school arrived on horseback.
Yes! I had a science fair project involving growing plants under different conditions. I had little Styrofoam cups with bean sprouted plants here and there–some in the closet, some on the windowsill; some in soil, some in sand, etc. My sister’s Yorkie waited until about a week before the science fair and tore up/ate/destroyed every single plant/cup that wasn’t in the closet. My mom made a trip to the school to help explain on my behalf.
A dog once ate my students’ homework. She swallowed some bits but left most of it in pieces of various size and drool-saturation levels.
We recently had a foster dog eat her own adoption papers before we got around to signing them. This dog literally eats napkins and other paper if she gets the chance. Had to go back to the rescue and get new copies. They were amused.
The kitten is teething and she seems to have a thing for library books; I’m sure she’d be willing to branch out if I were still in school.
That reminds me, our dogs did tear up some of my books. One was a library book, still in readable condition, but the library wouldn’t take it back and unfortunately I didn’t want it. I took this dog-shaming photo, stuck it in the book with a note, and dropped it off at a laundromat. I hope somebody enjoyed it!
(I know, he doesn’t look the least bit ashamed).
I had a samoyed who loved me so much she would eat anything I offered and I got her to take a chunk out of an essay I needed more time on once.
My best school/pet story was the day I went home for lunch and found my beloved black cat dead under its favourite tree. I dug a hole and buried her sobbing all the while only to turn around to see her walking up to see what I was doing. I was late back for English and in quite a state. I whispered the story to the teacher who found it hilarious and made me tell the class. I never found out who owned the dead cat that I had likely mistaken for mine lolling about in that spot more than once.
There’s got to be somewhere in there, the makings of a “reverse” version – “my homework ate the dog”. Novice biologist / psychologist / veterinary surgeon given the assignment of keeping a wolf for a while, and observing its behaviour; as a result of one or other creature getting out, or in, to where it shouldn’t be, the family’s small pet dog gets devoured?
My dog never touched my homework, but she did once pick up my homework assignment notebook by some of its pages. For some reason, my mom was concerned that the teacher would penalize me for the appearance of the damaged pages (they were at the back of the notebook – nothing had been written on them), and instead of just tearing them out of the notebook she wrote an explanation as to what had happened.