Last year we couldn’t coordinate our schedules … I was busy … they were busy. This year I’ll make sure I’m not busy.
They want to learn things from me. Boy, could I tell them a few things!
I’m going because lots of humans (including Herself) seem to think it’s an honor to ‘get a diploma from Harvard’.
OK! Fine with me.
So, sometime in the Spring … off we’ll go to Cambridge, MA. I’ll bring my smarts with me (better bring all of them) but don’t think I don’t know that it will be difficult … I do … but I’m going to keep my thoughts to myself, hopefully.
Oh no! They want to figure out my thoughts.
I’ll brush up before I go. Hey, anyone know if there’s a SAT for dogs? Maybe a DAT? a Dog Assessment Test. How about a tutor? Is there a Tutor out there who can help prevent me from being embarrassed at Harvard??
Or God forbid, flunk!
I’ll wait for you by the door while I practice saying “Hah vahd!” over and over. “Hahhhhh vahd”