What Would YOU Do If You Were Tired and Wet?

St. Patrick may have driven the snakes out of Ireland, but he sure didn't do anything with the dogs. They're all over the place. And they're always wet, thanks to the constant spit that is called rain around here. Anyway, on Thursday, I was in my class, in a stand-alone classroom building (kind of like a kindergarten building). Sure enough, a dog comes waltzing in through the door, plops himself under a chair about 6 feet away from me, and takes a load off. At the end of the class, the professor says, "Well, I suppose I've gone far enough for today, I've managed to put even the dog to sleep." And this is the same lecturer who cursed us out. It's a shame that I don't think the class is going to fit with my schedule. My blog will suffer without it.