She Tries To Act Smart, But Glamis The Wonder Dog Wants Her Cake, Too.

It is a Crandall tradition to bake a cake on the last night of graduate courses (an Alice recipe), so I stayed home yesterday morning to grade. I took the cake out and let it cool, then went for a run. I came home and made the ganache then took a shower. While I was taking a shower, Glamis "Butter Lips" Who Is Sometimes the Wonder Dog decided she'd jump onto the counter take off the towel covering the cake, and eat half the cake and the stick of butter. I have no idea how she reached either.

I took it as end-of-the-semester symbolism, but also as the last revenge for leaving her twice for conferences in the last 3 weeks. Research showed, too, that a 20 lb. dog would need to eat 1 lb. of chocolate in order for it to cause damage - the cake had 1/2 a cup of chocolate chips grounded into dust (it was far from a pound for my 70 lb. dog) .

Walking her, I realized that it also passed through her very quickly. I cut off the ends of the cake and served the graduate students thin slices. They didn't need such a pre-holiday chunk anyway.

I also took myself to the boys' barber, The Fade Factory, and got a much needed haircut. I love everything about their haircuts and Abu's write, you need to feel sexy after a really good cut. After the cake fiasco, I felt semi-GQ and headed off to the University to teach.

This morning, I am rushing out of my house to host 48 7th grade historians and mathematicians for a workshop on Revolutionary Evolutions - Writing Our Lives for Action. I have my 21 philosophy students, too, so the workshop should be a blast. I look forward to 2 p.m. today, a series of meetings, and the opportunity to come home to collapse. Actually, I'm likely to vacuum up all the dog hair from the last few weeks. Glamis can shed like no other and her blonde hairs are on everything.

I'm still shaking my head about that cake, though. I know it is good, but I am thinking about the ways a dog doesn't chew or savor every bite and it just frustrates me. Glamis also doesn't drink coffee, which goes so good with the cake. Oh, well. You take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have....

life. That's a fact.