You can take the dog out of college, but you can’t take the college out of the dog.

Before I started dating Brent, he used to feed Bailey Jane whole cheeseburgers and let her lap beer out of his cupped hand. The first time I saw him do it, I couldn’t believe it. I immediately put her on a diet and ended her drinking days (I think she still resents me a little for squashing her fun)… but even all these years later, when she burps and farts and wants to sleep until noon, I’m reminded that this little boston terrier of ours will forever have the heart of a college boy.