My Dog Ate the Homework App

The Tech Disaster

It all started one ordinary Monday morning. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I was dreading school like always. I had my homework safely stored on the school’s new Homework App—a supposedly “foolproof” digital system that our teachers forced us to use.

“No more excuses,” my math teacher, Mr. Pritchard, had said, wagging his finger at us.

“With the app, there’s no such thing as lost homework. Everything is online. Technology doesn’t fail.”

Well, Mr. Pritchard clearly had never met Buster.

Buster was not your average dog. He was a fluffy golden retriever with the appetite of a garbage disposal. He once ate an entire pizza, a roll of toilet paper, and my left sneaker—all in the same afternoon. But until that fateful Monday, I never thought he’d go digital.

Chapter 2: A Suspicious Silence

That morning, I left my tablet charging on the coffee table. I went upstairs to grab my backpack. When I came back down, the living room was suspiciously silent.

If you’ve ever owned a dog, you know that silence is more dangerous than barking. Silence means plotting.

And sure enough, there was Buster. Sitting like an angel, his big brown eyes innocent, his fluffy tail wagging. And right next to him, my tablet… or what was left of it.

The case was chewed. The screen was cracked. And the charger cable looked like spaghetti.

“BUSTER!” I yelled.

He wagged harder. A tiny burp escaped his mouth, followed by… was that the sound of the app’s notification tone?

I leaned in closer. Yes. I could actually hear the Homework App dinging from inside his stomach.

My dog had literally swallowed my homework app.

Chapter 3: The School Nightmare

Explaining this to my teacher was not easy.

When Mr. Pritchard asked why I hadn’t submitted my essay on The History of Fractions, I blurted out the truth:

“My dog ate the homework app.”

The class erupted in laughter. Even Jenny, the smartest girl in school, nearly fell out of her chair.

Mr. Pritchard adjusted his glasses and frowned.

“Excuses have evolved, I see. First it was paper homework. Now it’s apps. What’s next, your dog ate the Wi-Fi?”

I swear, if I’d had my tablet, I could have shown him the tooth marks.

But nope. Thanks to Buster, all my proof was digesting in his belly.

Chapter 4: The Vet Visit

Mom wasn’t amused when she found out.

“You let him eat WHAT?” she shouted, driving us to the vet.

“I didn’t LET him! He’s faster than me!” I argued.

The vet, Dr. Klein, looked at Buster’s x-ray and raised an eyebrow.

“Well,” he said, “I’ve seen dogs eat socks, toys, rocks, even a TV remote. But a homework app? That’s a first.”

Apparently, the tablet was stuck in Buster’s stomach. It had to be removed. Which meant surgery.

I felt bad for Buster, but also a tiny bit relieved. Because if the vet pulled the tablet out, maybe I could recover my essay.

Except… that’s not what happened.

Chapter 5: The Digital Dog

When Buster came home after surgery, he seemed fine. A little groggy, but fine.

Then, weird things started happening.

The TV suddenly switched on when he barked.

The Wi-Fi router blinked every time he wagged his tail.

And one night, when he sneezed, Spotify started playing Who Let the Dogs Out.

It didn’t take long to realize the truth: Buster had absorbed the Homework App.

Chapter 6: The Genius Pup

At first, it was funny. Buster could fetch emails by growling, “Woof.” He could delete files by scratching his ear. He even learned to order dog treats on Amazon by wagging his paw three times.

But things got out of hand fast.

One day in class, my tablet buzzed. I opened it and nearly screamed. My homework—my perfectly written essay on fractions—was uploaded. The file name? “WoofWoof123.”

I hadn’t written that.

Buster had.

Yes. My dog was doing my homework.

At first, this was amazing. He helped me ace math, history, and even Spanish. (Although he kept barking “perro” every time the word “dog” appeared, which confused my teacher.)

But then, Buster started submitting work for other students. He uploaded a science project for Jenny. A poem for Tommy. A geography report for Melissa.

Buster wasn’t just my homework helper anymore. He had become the entire school’s secret tutor.

Chapter 7: The Fame (and Trouble)

It didn’t take long for people to notice. Teachers were baffled by sudden improvements in grades. Kids whispered about the “mystery genius.” And somehow, the principal found out.

When she asked me if I knew anything about it, I panicked.

“Uh… maybe it’s a glitch in the Homework App?” I said.

But Buster blew my cover. Right in the middle of the meeting, he barked—and the projector in her office lit up with an essay titled: “Why Dogs Should Rule the World.”

Signed: WoofWoof123.

The principal gasped.

“Your dog… is writing essays?”

I nodded weakly.

“Yeah. And he’s better at it than me.”

Chapter 8: The Big Competition

Instead of suspending me, the school had another idea. They entered Buster into the National Student Genius Challenge.

Yes. A dog. Competing against the smartest kids in the country.

The judges were skeptical—until Buster solved algebra problems by wagging his tail, translated French by howling, and wrote a flawless sonnet just by barking into the microphone.

The audience went wild. Buster became an overnight celebrity.

But fame has its price. Soon, reporters were camped outside my house. Tech companies wanted to “study” him. My classmates begged him to do their homework.

And me? I was left behind. No one cared about my grades anymore. They only cared about my genius dog.

Chapter 9: The Twist

One night, as I lay in bed, I noticed Buster pawing at my tablet. He looked… sad.

Then it hit me. He didn’t want to be famous. He didn’t want to do algebra or write essays. He just wanted to chew shoes, chase squirrels, and eat peanut butter.

“Don’t worry, buddy,” I whispered. “Tomorrow, I’ll fix this.”

The next day, I stood in front of the entire school.

“My dog is amazing,” I said. “But he’s not supposed to be doing our work. He’s supposed to be a dog. So from now on, no more homework apps, no more competitions. Buster’s retiring.”

There was silence. Then applause. Even Mr. Pritchard smiled.

Chapter 10: Happily Ever After (Sort Of)

Life went back to normal. I had to do my own homework again (ugh). But Buster was happy.

Sometimes, though, I still catch him secretly tapping out an essay with his paw. Or accidentally turning on the Wi-Fi with his tail.

And whenever I hear the ding of a notification from nowhere, I can’t help but laugh.

Because no matter what anyone says, I’ll always know the truth: