An era ends, which means another one is a gotta start, isn’t that right?

I have never been one to suggest a group hug. That’s not my thing. If you suggest one, I will probably slink away. But that’s how we ended class last night, for the very last time. Otterpop finished off the night, on a sequence run tall to small. And that was that.
And before we carried out the equipment, back into the trailer, for the very last time, I yell out, “Group Hug, Everybody!” and that was what we did. And Hobbes was in the middle, barking, because I don’t think he’s ever been stuck inside a group hug ever before. But he liked it. And I gave him a piece of string cheese so he would bark some more. 
And so Dirt Nite, after 10 filthy years, came to it’s finale.