Twenty-Two

I’m packing to go back to school. And by ‘packing,’ of course, I mean ‘staring at my cleanish clothes pile and wishing it would fold itself.’ I’ve taught the dog to roll over, which is actually pretty impressive seeing as he’s not that bright. This brings the total of his tricks to sitting, laying down, and staying (as long as there aren’t any distractions). I fear my dream of being a canine freestyle champion is a long way off.