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:
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.
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.