Wednesday was not a good school night. Dad went to watch, which is a real first, but I was certainly not at my gentlemanly best. There's this new kid in the class and he just happens to be a 10 month old mastiff who weighs about 120 pounds. Mom thinks he's a great guy, low key and silly, but I've definitely got my own opinion. I need a taste of that guy so he'll know that he's in MY class, not the other way around. Mom very nicely lifted me up so I could get a sniff (and possibly be friendly, ha), but I had other ideas, one of which was to take a little bite of mastiff muzzle. Fortunately for all involved, my attempted mastiff tasting days are over. No contact was made, thanks to Mom's quick reflexes. Man, I've never seen Mom so mad. Got my bell rung and had a chat with the BG Upstairs. I even heard her tell Dad that once this session of school was over, I was DONE, that she wasn't putting up with my nonsense any more. She told me I had 6 more classes and that I had to be an absolute gentleman or else. I think that means my socializing with other dogs days are over. Maybe after she's had a couple of weeks to cool off, she'll change her mind. For now, though, I'm under house arrest.