I have been in school for a week and a half now and am already so excited to have a day off tomorrow. My classes are alright. My math is going to kill me this semester. My teacher is this little Chinese woman who has such a thick accent that I can't hardly understand a word she says. (Math is a foreign language to me as it is) Needless to say I have been spending a lot of time in the math lab. My English teacher is way to giddy for a seven in the morning class. She is funny though and I like the class, seems like we will be doing a lot of writing too. There are some nice people in the class though, so it is nice to have people to talk to. Accounting is fun too. My teacher used to be a drama teacher, he taught for a few years before deciding he didn't like it, so he went back to school and majored in accounting. (quite the change) But he is a really funny guy and that really makes me enjoy the class. Sherman has been doing great at school. He already knows the routes to each of my classes and got so confused the other day when I went another direction because I had to stop by the bookstore. He is great in my classes and puts himself to sleep until class ends and then is up and ready to go to the next. He also does great with the crowds of people, and he gets around them really well. He doesn't like walking behind someone slow and will try to push past, but we are working on that. He has been handling all the change around here like a champ. He has adjusted to apartment life wonderfully. I still haven't really met my roommates, one stays in her room 24/7 so I haven't even seen her, another hasn't moved in yet and the only one I have met and talked to is moving out next month. Which is too bad because we get along great, I am trying to convince her to stay. He does get really excited when he sees my family, which is okay, I do too. :) I think he misses all the attention from everyone. I haven't been back to my house since I moved so we have been doing a lot of long line work. He really likes the chance to have a good run. One of these days I have to make it over to my parents house so he can run loose in the yard again. But, I am not quite ready for that yet. I don't think he likes being an only dog because I have more time to focus on him he doesn't get away with anything anymore. He gets a bit upset at me too, but that's okay, he is in those terrible twos. :) Everything is going great.
While moving furniture around in my apartment I took the mattress off my bed so that I could move it easier. Well, Sherman was in the way so I told him to move. He looked at the bad frame and then at me. I said "don't even thing about it." Before I had finished the whole sentence Sherman hopped on and made himself comfortable. Gave me the "it's not bad because there is no mattress" look. Of course after the picture I kicked him off. Then he went over to his nook and sulked for about an hour. Who ever said that dogs don't hold a grudge is an idiot!
Tired after his first day of classes. In my car headed home.
"Do you want something Sherm?"
The subtle hint of a hungry Labrador
And of course the bath picture. How can you not love that pathetic face?