Study time (Jenny, pt. 3)

Jen­ny, who is a dog, grad­u­at­ed yes­ter­day. I sat in the audi­ence, thrilled as any par­ent, as she shook paws with the Chan­cel­lor of the Uni­ver­si­ty, took her sheep­skin in her mouth, and let some­one, I think the Dean of Fam­i­ly Law, shift the tas­sel from left to right on her mortarboard.

The applause was deafening.


Lisa’s com­ing over tonight,” I said, fry­ing up beef for some chili. “Are you all right with her bring­ing Mr. Kit?”

Kit good,” said Jen­ny. She gets along okay with Lisa’s cat. They’re not close friends, but they’re not ene­mies either. Which is a good thing, since soon they’ll be liv­ing together.

Kit smart.” Her tail thumped on the floor.


Con­grat­u­la­tions, Jen­ny,” said Lisa. “I hear you were the top dog in your class.”

Only dog.”

It was a joke,” said Lisa.

No,” said Jen­ny. “It was pun.” She turned to Mr. Kit. “Come, Kit,” she said. “Help me study.”

You’re done, though,” said Lisa. “Aren’t you?”

Bar exam,” said Jen­ny, and she and Mr. Kit went through the door into the liv­ing room.