2021.08.24
Today, I will talk about the shadow dean.
He is Wakita Guts (age 3), the smooth-haired chihuahua I live with.
His name is written with the characters for "fighting spirit" and is pronounced "Guts."
He is the one who makes the final decision when I am at a loss.
For the past two years, the decisions for the Faculty of Environment and Information Studies have ultimately been made by a dog.
I am a failure as a dean.
And this will be my last entry in the Okashira Diary.
Take care, everyone.