I’ve heard many of my colleagues in the world of higher ed bemoan the end of summer and the return to the classroom. For the most part, I can’t relate. I LOVE teaching. I LIVE for interacting with my students and being in the atmosphere of learning and discovery. While I hate trading in my cargo shorts and t-shirts for long pants and ties, it’s a small cover charge to get to be a part of my profession. The only part I dread is the day my dog realizes that summer is over. Yesterday was that day. My steady companion Willis is an 8-year-old Jack Russell who has seldom left my side since he showed up unannounced in 2017 as a rescue. He is 10lbs of absolute sass and attitude who has been a fixture in most parts of my home life. I refer to him as a co-worker (he shares my recliner during most of my work-from-home endeavors), and his duties have ranged from being a teaching assistant during the early days of COVID to being a research consultant, inclusive of earning a spot in the fo...
Most of my friends know (or know of) Willis Tonkin. Willis is 10 lbs of spunk, spite, love, and perpetual playtime all rolled up in the body of a Jack Russell Terrier. If there is such a thing as an animal soulmate, Wills Abner Stoltsfus Tonkin most certainly is mine. The Amish middle name is courtesy of my wife Missy, who theorized that Willis may have come from the humble beginnings of a Pennsylvania Dutch puppy farm. Willis came to us almost 7 years ago courtesy of my brother-in-law, a rental-property owner and self-proclaimed “dog broker.” Upon checking one of his properties where tenants had “skipped town,” he found Willis as a tiny puppy, locked in a bathroom, with no food or water. It was unclear if the owners had intended to come back for him. I didn’t know any of these points before arriving home that day, other than my wife’s promise that “a surprise” was waiting for me, but that we “didn’t have to do it.” I opened the door to find Willis’ buggy dark eyes staring at ...