Dog House

[joshwriting]

Off in the wonderful land of Sheroes, the question was posed, "Are you in the Dog House?"

My response:

Some perpetually, some repeatedly, and some from time to time.

At times, I remind myself of the story about the canine who, when asked his name, replied, "Bad Dog."

Bill Cosby tells the tale of his childhood:
"It was because of my father that from the ages of seven to fifteen, I thought that my name was Jesus Christ and my brother, Russell, thought that his name was 'Dammit'. 'Dammit, will you stop all that noise? Jesus Christ, sit down!' One day, I'm out playing in the rain, and my father yelled, 'Dammit will you get back in here?' I said, 'Dad, I'm Jesus Christ'.""

And to this day, when my name is called, my first instinct is to ask what I did this time.

Comments

[superfinemind.livejournal.com]

One of the reasons I encourage nicknames for me, though I've let it go slack lately. Mostly in text, but occasionally in conversation, my name wrapped into an otherwise innocuous statement like "good night" or "thanks for talking" or whatever suddenly makes me suspect I've left the other person in a bad mood, and should I apologize?

Some cousins of mine had a similar tale to Cosby's. Baby sister, learning names, would point at her parents and brothers and say their names, but when she got to the second brother, she would yell-- because he was the one who always forgot the trash, or the dishes, or whatever. (She grew out of it pretty quickly.)

Though I'll confess the response you list makes no sense to me as an answer for "are you in the dog house?" since it seems to refer to a plural, but it's your answer. So, um, what?

[caragana-leaves.livejournal.com]

When I was 10, my Grade 5 class visited a farm. They actually did have a goat named Dammit, so named because of the tendency of the humans who raised it to cuss at it.

Never having heard that particular joke before, I laughed so hard that my teacher had to sit me down and get me a glass of water.