Since the puppy was able to disperse the required tuition funds to the university in a timely manner and did not once soil the floor (read it was a "good dog"), it was awarded a degree with all the rights and privileges.
Again they only pay attention to the dog...
Professor Hasenpfeffer: "See how easy the course material is? Even my dog can figure it out on his own. However, he understands it way better than any of you--he got the highest grade on the mid-term."
K from K with some BFFs (medieval version).
"Rover will be our TA for this course."
Rover shit on a page and turned it in and it was 10 times better than anything the rest of you losers submitted.
Peanut was torn between telling his instructor that his person ate his homework, and ad libbing. Had he realized Super Keener Karl was stopping at Gutenberg's before class to pick up the second copy of the book, he'd have gone with the former. Professor Pie-face would have been impressed, had the grubby little fact checker not pointed out errors from the previous lecture while he was running down his critique of Peanut's presentation.
Proffie: "Look closer students. That's not a dog, but rather the Rabbit of Caerbannog. I highly recommend that you read your syllabus."Students: "Run away! Run away!"
As W. C. Fields observed, anyone who hates kids and dogs can't be all bad.