I must apologise to the blog-o-verse that I have been a little tardy getting my next post out there. I can only offer the excuse that I have been setting about becoming a student. This is not as easy as it sounds.
Language: One must say "like" a lot. It is the equivalent of "um". In addition, one must say "awesome" frequently, perhaps every second word.
Demographics: My university is perplexed by the notion of anyone over the age of 17 enrolling. Introductory speeches are peppered with references to "what you did last year in your HSC/Year 12".
Geography: None. This is why smartphones have GPS, to enable students to navigate the campus. What pass for 'Campus Directories' are not. The signs provide a place for sparrows to perch on but for actual directions you might as well look at a rock.
Fascism: Crowds of boosters in identically coloured shirts direct your movement, ensuring that queues are straight, all seats are filled and all questions are answered. I remembered that students used to be a little more anarchic. Someone is still putting up Marxist posters but these are on the designated noticeboards. Amazingly, so are the anarchist posters.
Like awesome, dudes.
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Mycroft, my commiserations...
I thought that you (and Miss Fluffy) might be interested to hear of a curious development on my own University campus, not too far from yours. The previously dog friendly campus now only permits guide-dogs, and "companion animals" have been banned. Apparently there was a recent "dog-turd" incident that led to this egregious embargo. I know nothing of the incident but the Jruth family dogs are outraged! (They love roaming the corridors of academia and sleeping in my office. And they've certainly never relieved themselves in the Great Hall...) So far there has been no backlash, but the students and academics on campus are all as meek as mice. (Oooh, the Jruth family dogs like to chase mice, but I digress...). I'd write to the Vice Chancellor myself, but I fear it would be a career limiting move.
Any suggestions?
You could always say they're just on their way through the campus to the vet hospital (where JRuth's companion animals would get a staff discount).
Or get them official looking vests so they appear to be official assistance dogs, even if the only assistance they provide is in finding places to snooze and interesting smelling spots.
Excellent to see comments coming in from the blog-o-verse. Mycroft is happy to consider designs for official looking vests to go on small dogs. Blue with a government type badge is my current favourite design.
By the way - I mentioned this situation to Miss Fluffy and she used gestures to indicate the following words: " I just figured something out....this sucks "
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