Floyd continues to mature and may yet learn to read.

Floyd the dog has a 3 year old Border Collie friend named Layla, who lives with her people in the next building over in our apartment complex. He has figured out where. Recently, on our circuits of the parking lot, he has started pausing outside her building and trying to encourage me to do the same. He has also learned the sound of a door opening and insists on waiting to see just who will emerge. (He has a long memory for people who have scratched his ears, not to mention, it could be Layla.)

All this strikes me as a coherent if unsettling mix of endearing and creepy, until I recognized that I used to/would still do the same thing in Mueller Hall, Huegli Hall, the Valpo Chapel, the Duke Chapel, the Langford basement, the Langford sub-basement...