My professor asked me for advice on his storm phobic dog (he first asked me how I taught Logan to not be afraid of storms...ummmm, I didn't teach him, he's never been afraid of them). "I give him benadryl!" was his response when I asked if he's tried medicating his dog
I wanted to say **** you asshole why would I help you when you're such a jerk to me, but I figured he'd probably just rehome his dog if he couldn't get it figured out, so I wrote down half a page of ideas for him.
Logan lead me to my old professor's door on his own for the second time today, and sadly he wasn't in. Logan misses him, I miss him, and I guarntee you he misses Logan :rofl1: I let him pet Logan, the only one of my professors that has that privilege. When my asshole professor pets him, it just pisses me off.