Nicked from
jhovall

You speak eloquently and have seemingly read every
book ever published. You are a fountain of
endless (sometimes useless) knowledge, and
never fail to impress at a party.
What people love: You can answer almost any
question people ask, and have thus been
nicknamed Jeeves.
What people hate: You constantly correct their
grammar and insult their paperbacks.
What Kind of Elitist Are You?
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Woken up by unusually hyper dogs - Spike sitting on my chest boring into me with his eyes while Squish nibbled my toes. That was all right until Spike knocked last night's cold decaff off the bedside table with his tail, so I had to scramble and mop before the flooding destroyed the remotes - I'm especially annoyed because he also soaked the book I was reading, which ISN'T MINE!!! Few things depress me more than being thought of as someone who doesn't look after lent books...
As if that wasn't enough dog-based drollery, Squish puked his breakfast up on the carpet five minutes after eating it. I don't enjoy cleaning up dog puke at the best of times, and ten minutes after crawling out of bed is never my best time - luckily, one or other of them took pity and cleaned it up for me while I was in the bathroom, so I only had to spray the area with Febreeze when I came back down.
This is possibly the biggest advantage dogs have over small children... :)
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You speak eloquently and have seemingly read every
book ever published. You are a fountain of
endless (sometimes useless) knowledge, and
never fail to impress at a party.
What people love: You can answer almost any
question people ask, and have thus been
nicknamed Jeeves.
What people hate: You constantly correct their
grammar and insult their paperbacks.
What Kind of Elitist Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
Woken up by unusually hyper dogs - Spike sitting on my chest boring into me with his eyes while Squish nibbled my toes. That was all right until Spike knocked last night's cold decaff off the bedside table with his tail, so I had to scramble and mop before the flooding destroyed the remotes - I'm especially annoyed because he also soaked the book I was reading, which ISN'T MINE!!! Few things depress me more than being thought of as someone who doesn't look after lent books...
As if that wasn't enough dog-based drollery, Squish puked his breakfast up on the carpet five minutes after eating it. I don't enjoy cleaning up dog puke at the best of times, and ten minutes after crawling out of bed is never my best time - luckily, one or other of them took pity and cleaned it up for me while I was in the bathroom, so I only had to spray the area with Febreeze when I came back down.
This is possibly the biggest advantage dogs have over small children... :)