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The face of an innocent dog enjoying the sunshine in the recliner:
The face of a guilty, library-book-chewing dog:
This was hours after the crime was committed. You can’t hold a grudge against dogs because they don’t remember what they did, but she was in the metaphorical doghouse for a few hours anyway. I’m a librarian! I can’t have a dog who eats books. Now I’ll have to replace I Capture the Castle. I hope it was delicious.
She might not like it, but she does. (You know how some dogs do that thing where they roll ecstatically on their backs in the grass? Yeah, no.)
Sudo has now been to three fancy northeast schools. First, she visited Brandeis, for a de-stressing even before midterms. Then we went to Tufts, then Harvard.
At the Tufts event, Sudo was the smallest dog in the room, until a field spaniel arrived. (At about 57 pounds, Sudo is rarely the smallest dog in the room, but she still got plenty of attention.) The other dogs included a Leonberger, a Newfoundland, a Great Pyrenees, a Golden Retriever, and a chocolate Lab.
Naturally, all that attention became tiring, so she took a brief nap under the couch.
Like the Brandeis event, the Tufts event was very well organized; people met us at the door and guided us to the room, which was welcoming and large enough for all of the dogs and people without anyone feeling crowded. The students were grateful for the dogs’ presence.
The Harvard event was in a smaller space and not so well attended, but it was probably due to the weather, which was sunny and passably warm; plus, there was music, free food, and baby farm animals outside. I love my dog, but I’m willing to concede that she can’t compete with baby goats. A few people came through and petted Sudo, but when I realized the room wasn’t going to get overcrowded, I let her come up on the couch so she’d be more comfortable.
Again, the organizers were very nice and appreciative, and even brought Sudo a little dish of water in case she got thirsty.
This is what happens when you find a flyer in the library. Or at least, when Ben does. He was intrigued by this sheepshearing festival, and the weather was nice, so off we went. We saw a herding dog demonstration, some other animals (chickens, a baby lamb, oxen, a llama), trapeze artists, and lots of wool products.
Outside the fudge tent (of course there was a fudge tent, what self-respecting farm festival doesn’t have a fudge tent?) was this sign of “Diet Tips,” which may as well be my family’s motto. It’s a little long for a motto, but it can be summarized as “Mmmm, chocolate.” (Sub-motto: “This is mine, get your own.”)