Summer classes are month-long crash courses on subjects I don't know much about. As you can imagine, when I'm not in class, I'm studying like crazy.
The dogs are doing their level best to help me. Fail, that is.
|"Lady! Drop that book and let us out! Posthaste!"|
|"My piercingly shrill whining will continue until you throw my toy."|
|This is why someday Star will be diagnosed with skin cancer.|
|"'Scuse me, I have to smell your ugly shirt... while you're wearing it."|
|"HAI! I tore up this toy and now I have to PEE!!|
Can we go outside?!? BTW, there's toy all over the carpet."