Last night, my dog Lucy went on one of her periodic rampages where she tears through the house with the fury of a Greek warrior seeking vengeance for his murdered boyfriend (I'm currently reading The Iliad). The cord connecting my laptop to the wall lay in her path, and when she barreled through it, she sent the poor defenseless machine crashing to the floor. Fortunately, the computer didn't sustain any major injuries, though now whenever I open it, there's a slight catch somewhere in its tiny hinges.
Supremely annoyed at this new imperfection, I informed Lucy that she's the most destructive person I know and that any biped could never get away with such assholery. You should have seen the look of blithe unconcern with which she met my reproaches. It was downright sociopathic.
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