Momma has had some sickies which means she is boring. There's no other way to put it. She just lays about in bed all day long. Luckily for yours truly, we managed an adventure walkie prior to her retreat to her sick room, so here goes.
First I need to show you my new harness. I thought it would be nice to compare a regular harness to the onesie, you know, just to see if they are different.
Momma likes the onesie better, but to be honest I prefer the new one. Why? Because when it is time to put it on, momma gets down on the floor and starts pulling on my leggies which means.... WRESTLE MANIA! Wow! That is fun EVERY time!
But on to the topic of the day, which is what, I wonder, is meant by the phrase "higher education."
I deduced a trip to our local university would answer that question once and for all.
To get there, we needed to cross the highway. No problem for an adventurous chap like me.
|We sure are high up!|
And here we are. This sign sure is big. Note that I am an obedient subject for the flashy as momma had to drop my string to get far enough away to capture all the words.
|You see what a good doggie I am? No cookies even.|
It didn't take long to figure out that the "higher" in "higher education" refers to the location. We had to go up some mighty steep hills to get to the main campus. Momma claims that she was already feeling the effects of her sickies or she would have been able to keep up with me better.
|Hurry up, Momma, we're almost at the top!|
And we reached the summit! Quite a view. I can almost see the Atlantic Ocean.
|I feel smarter already.|
Our local university is a blend of old and new. This is a newer thing. It must be. Nobody would have considered this art 100 years ago. In fact, I don't really consider it art now (no, I did not pee on it).
But here we have an official old thing. It's so old, I think it should be spelled olde.
My Master would love to have those doors on our estate.
Being at the top of the world has it's hazards. The wind was howling!
Momma always wants me to pose in front of these signs on rocks. Can you even read it? It says the university was made in 1855 and was a "normal school." What a relief. I would hate to think there was a school full of abnormal so close to our estate.
At the foot of the hill is this conveniently located shopping plaza with liquor store and tattoo parlor. Perfect combination for the college crowd.
|Liquor and body art. What more could one want?|
I apologize for my somewhat bland prose today. It seems that when momma's head is cloudy, my writing suffers. Something to wonder about on another day.
|Momma, you don't look so good.... uh oh.|