Genuinely, I’d thought I would be the one with the largest issue when it came to zoom: four hour-long classes, extra meetings, work study, and whichever assignments I’d have due during the week. It wasn’t a surprise to me that I’d be spending most of my time behind a computer screen and a closed door.
I did, however, forget that there was one person that hadn’t anticipated that change.
My basset hound doesn’t really take kindly to the fact that he isn’t allowed to have constant access to my room, or that he’ll have to stay in the room if I do let him in during a class. This, of course, means that he finds creative ways to voice his discontent. Biting my ankles, crying and whining against my door, doing a full-throttle butt-first spin into my closed door, anything he can manage with those stubby legs of his.
His appearances (or, at least evidence of his presence through sniffing noises) aren’t unknown during my classes. I suppose it’s a small microcosm of the larger degree to which we now know each other’s lives. I know some of my professors have kids who like to sing and cats who like to visit, and you know I have a basset hound who likes to sing along, too.
