End-of-semester grading is ruff, y’all. I locked myself in my tiny closet-office yesterday for around ten hours, trying to force the productivity to happen.

Today, I’ve unlocked the secret:

If I stop grading for more than a minute, she gets up to stare.

They’re working on our apartment and daycare was full. One of the dogs is cool with being in a crate. The other views it as a challenge to her destructive abilities.

This is what we think of your rules.

Dogs aren’t technically allowed in the building. As FluterDude observed: What are they gonna do? Fire me?

I’ll let you know if she ends up coming to my next exam.