My human’s advanced calculus class always puts me to sleep. The only math problem I understand is “If I have ten dog biscuits and eat nine of them, why am I still hungry?”

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My human’s advanced calculus class always puts me to sleep. The only math problem I understand is “If I have ten dog biscuits and eat nine of them, why am I still hungry?”

Oh sure, you’re a bundle of springy energy at the start of the hike. But a couple of miles later, you’re a pooped pup plopped in a pack.

The changes were subtle at first, but Ollie’s intuition told him something was happening. Sparkly lights in strange places. Tinsel where there would normally not be tinsel. Soon he could no longer deny the truth: It was beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

Suspicious Cat Eyes, by cogdogblog, CC0 1.0 Universal (CC0 1.0)
Hey, kid. Yeah, you. Got a little proposition for ya, could be a sweet deal for both of us. You take out the trash bin every week, right? Well, let’s just say you “accidentally” leave the lid open next time — hey, it happens — and whatever I find we split fifty-fifty. Think about it, willya?
