McLean Puppy Chronicles: Three Dog Tea

Before Baccaleaureate I usually have tea for some of the seniors that I have spent a lot of time with, had in my advisory, had in clubs, who were student library proctors or who spent a lot time in the library. This year, I had four girls come to tea and we had a wonderful time.

However, this was our first time having tea with THREE DOGS IN THE HOUSE! Now, all the girls are familiar with Southeastern Guide Dogs and know about the program and how to behave around the puppies. They all know Jam and several were really excited about seeing him again. Coach was pretty blase about the tea. Willow was irritated because a tea is really a ladies thing and having the two boys crash it wasn't good.

Jammy has a teapot in front of him and tries to explain to Coach and
Willow who are looking on how a perfect pot of tea is brewed.

Jammy is like one of those cool, surfer dudes, who knows everything and is able to instruct you on the intricacies of the tea ceremony. His eyes always seem to be laughing, so he never seems to take anything completely seriously. Fred said that Jam did not want to stay upstairs and wanted to be downstairs with the ladies.

Jammy's new favorite spot by the fridge where he can now watch for things to drop and eat them.

Jam was especially pleased by the fact that now that he was no longer a Southeastern Guide Dog and was just a regular dog, he could have a piece of chicken or bread.

I think Jam is telling Coach about the chicken treat, but Coach isn't allowed any treats. Poor Coach. Jam is on the left hand side of the hardwood floor lying down and Coach is lying next to him. They are both looking up at the camera.

But, in the end, I think that Jammy, got a little to big for his boots. When we first brought him home, he had some problems with counter surfing (as in jumping up on the counter with his front paws). So we were working on that. As I started to put out the food for the tea, Jam followed me with his big laughing eyes.

"Oh, these sandwiches look good!" Jam is standing right next to the table looking up
and is very close to the tray of cucumber sandwiches.

He would go up to the buffet and lean in close to the cake stand.

Sniff, sniff. "Jam! No!" He turned in my direction. His eyes were sad. "But I didn't eat anything!"

He walked around the table and stopped at the cucumber sandwiches. Sniff, sniff. "Jam! No!"

Sad, sad, eyes. He continued walking to the egg salad sandwiches. There, though, the M.O. changed. Instead of just sniffing, Jammy brought out the big guns.