As I sit down to study – ahem, write this post, two weener dogs (for the uninitiated that means dachshunds) have just snuggled onto my lap, pushing under the blanket with their cold wet noses, attempting to displace the laptop on my lap. The battle of the laptop vs the lapdogs is joined. Cooper the Red has just wrapped himself in the blanket, managing to pull it off my feet. Thanks Coop. Jimmy Dean the Sausage Dog has finally,after much wiggling, come to rest with his head on my arm, cold nose and all. The laptop is hanging precariously off the side of my lap making it hard toe typ effcienly.
How am I to study in this environment when there’s no room for the laptop let alone all the books I need…? I guess I could go to the library, which would be void of all lifeforms except the living dead (law students), but people might look at me funny if I bring my snuggy and prop my feet up. What’s that you say – are you making fun of my snuggy? Don’t be a hater – at least its not a “Forever Lazy”. Those things creep me out. They remind me of two things: 1. the full body underwear cowboys used to wear (“escape” hatches and all), and 2. the pajamas worn by the Whos in the Jim Carrey Grinch movie.
Anyways, I could go to the library, but then who would look at me with adoring eyes when I stroke their silken ears? Certainly not the professors (well, some of them might). Who would go for a walk with me when I need a break? Certainly not the law librarians. Who would play fetch, wrestle, snore, and/or sit up straight like a prairie dog to make me laugh when I want to cry at the amount of reading I need to do? No one at the library comes to mind (except this one guy, but the restraining order would make it difficult for me to get close enough).
So why would I want to go to the library when I can stay home and play with my weeners…?