First Day of School

Well, sort of.  The Headmaster and the Professor seem to have something called "real jobs" in addition to running the dog school. Something about needing money to pay the bills and buy food. Whatever. Anyway, today was the first day of school at something called the University so they left us alone all day to do dog things.  I acquired a cool blanket - stolen from Leia - which I dragged out into the middle of the hallway.  That way I can sleep and still see everything that is going on.  I also learned about something called chewies.  Seamus (the big one who is not so awfully bright) loves to carry around chewies, but forgets about them and leaves them where I can snatch them and run off to hide them in small places.  Poor guy comes back later looking for them and is completely befuddled that they aren't where he left them.  Of course it's an all day job for me to eat one, so I can't keep taking them forever - eventually I'll run out of places to hide them.

I have to cut this short as the Old Guy, umm Headmaster, says it's time for P.E.  I think that means we have to go for a walk, and I hope I get to go with Ryeleigh, 'cause he is most fun.

Ciao bella.

PS:  PE was two laps around town, the first with Ryeleigh and the second with Seamus and Leia. Boy, am I tired.  Now some guy named Dexter has come to visit.  He's cute but big.

Clarion Academy

My mom is moving to California and I'm living at boarding school for the year until she can get setteld and find us a place to live.  The Headmaster (really just the Old Guy, but he insists on being called the Headmaster) says we have to write home and I don't have any money for postage stamps, so I figured this blog was free and would be a good way for me to tell mom and anyone else who cares about my adventures.

 Mom wanted me to be around more boys, so she sent me off to this place called Clarion Academy - kind of like Hogwarts but without any of the cool stuff.  It's a boys only school (except for Leia, the daughter of The Professor (really just That Woman, but she insists) and some cats, but who cares about cats.  The older boys are Zeke (why he hasn't graduated yet I don't know), Ryeleigh, the smart one, who knows all the angles), and Seamus, who is nice but not the brightest light on the tree if you know what I mean.

The old guy - err, Headmaster - says we have a lot to learn this year, things like "sit", "stay", "heel", "roll over", but Ryeleigh says mostly you can just ignore the lessons and as long as you don't eat too many shoes and things you will still get a treat when it's time to come home from camp (whatever camp is).

All in all, it doesn't seem like too bad a place.  I can hang here for a while.