So last Sunday was my doggie’s birthday! He turned a whopping three years old. I joked with my students that in dog years, Gabranth is now old enough to drink, but actually he’s been a little lush since I brought him home. I usually only drink in the summertime, and every time I put down a bottle of hard cider, he’s right there, trying to stick his face in the bottle’s neck. He also enjoys tea and coffee, and I have to be careful not to leave my mugs anywhere he can reach if I need to get up for a minute.
