Here is the latest in our series of blogs by Glasgow students.

Julie McLaughlin juggles her time between student life at Caledonian University and attempts to teach her dog to dance.

Everyone knows the pain of scrolling through Instagram and looking at pictures of the girl that always has new outfits or the boy that's off travelling the world. It's only normal to slightly resent the fact that they have what seems like a better life than you. Whilst they are out having the time of their life, you sit in and study or for a special treat go to work. However what is perhaps abnormal is the fact that I often find myself jealous of my dog: the fact is, that he has a better life, not only is it carefree but I sometimes think my family love him more than me. Earlier this month I came home from Uni to find a Ralph Lauren box sitting in the living room. Perhaps I can only blame myself for the few seconds of unwarranted optimism that it might have been for me. What you need to understand is that in my household there is a pecking order and of course my dog, Skip, is at the top. So when Skip came tottering out in his Ralph Lauren jacket I realised that I need not fret, the natural balance of the household was still intact. Now whilst he does look adorable in his jacket, surely it is an unstable household where the dog has a better wardrobe than its owners. Nevertheless this was only one occasion where my dog has fared better than me. When Valentine's Day came around I found myself taking Skip round to his girlfriend's to secretly post a present and card. Clearly romance isn't dead after all. (Yes, my dog has a girlfriend… I do not have a boyfriend. In hindsight, it's perhaps things like buying my dog's girlfriend a Valentine's present that is the reason for my lone wolf life.) Later, when I returned home from a hard day's work, I found Skip sitting smug in his bed with a new Cath Kidston collar on and a card that said 'You make my tail skip a beat' from his secret admirer. So as I stood in my dirty white work uniform, I found myself questioning who was really living a dog's life. While I try and budget my money, there is no limit to what Skip can get bought for him in a month. He has an outfit for every occasion and a bed for every season. He has a total of eight Christmas outfits, an Easter outfit, three Halloween outfits and of course a collection of everyday wear. As each month comes to a close and my bank account is whittled down to a more than depressing zero, Skip sits in his bed looking down on the likes of me who have to worry about money. He can stay relaxed, knowing that what Skip wants Skip gets.