The Dog Ate My Homework
As a lawyer, I have doubts that blaming my dog will work for me anymore.
In addition to having a law office where I meet with clients, I also have a room at home, called my study, in which I can do work during evenings and weekends.
So, this weekend, I brought a file home to work on. When I get organized, I often need to spread out my paperwork. At the office, I use the conference room table to do that. However, at home, in my modest study, I put papers in stacks on the floor. (I prefer the conference room table.)
This morning, on one of the piles of papers on the floor of my study, a stack of medical bills that I need for evidence in a personal injury case, I found a puddle of dog vomit.
At least the culprit did not throw up on the carpet. How thoughtful!
Unfortunately, I am reluctant to submit the desecrated documents to the Court.
“Your Honor, may I approach the bench? Handing you Exhibit 23, I suggest that you handle it with rubber gloves and a clothespin on your nose.”
“What? You are holding me in contempt? Don’t blame me. Blame my dog! I throw myself on the mercy of the Court!”