The New Dog

 Meet Chance.  On Saturday we drove down to an animal rescue to look at one dog and came home with a different one.  That's how it sometimes happens.

Chance is a Border Collie probably mixed with something else.  He's eight months old and came from a family that let him get away with all sorts of bad behavior.

He's also as smart as a whip, drives Murphy crazy (but they roughhouse  and play like long-lost brothers) and is as sweet as they come.

Other than his unfortunate desire to murder the chickens, he's fitting in very well.  Hopefully we'll work this out.

Snake Lady

Snakes at home and snakes at school -- lucky I like the slithery little fellows.  Every spring, our resident scientists bring in a collection of reptiles to share with the students.  Some teachers stand in the very back, as far away as possible.  Others push their way to the front of the line and claim teacher privilege to get as wrapped up in snakes as possible.

Guess which kind of teacher I am!