Monday, March 12, 2007
This is why I've been such a bad blogger lately...

This dog is needy, time-consuming, and sometimes rambunctious and naughty, but I love her so freaking much, I can't even convey! I can't recommend greyhounds highly enough. They are little thieves, but they are very calm and quiet (for the most part). No matter how shitty someone has treated them in their racing careers, they're only looking for some love. They will really attach themselves to you, and you'll find yourself attached to them, to the point where the idea of boarding them in a kennel for a week during your fabulous European vacation is HEARTBREAKING.
If I had room for 10 of them, I'd adopt 12, I swear. Love, love, love these dogs. I spent this past weekend taking Cleo to her training class (where she's successful if she feels like following whatever commands I happen to be issuing), taking her to a dog park to really run, and then yesterday, completing my transformation into yuppie parent by taking her to a greyhound playgroup for an hour.
So that's that, and anyone who has talked to me recently knows how freaking obsessed I am, etc. etc.
Meanwhile, my inbox at work is piled ridiculously high, and I shouldn't even be taking the time to write this post, but such is my committment to ART! I'm still working on my longer haiku project, but I really need to get some new articles and stories posted on Happy Insomniac. Same old story there.
The house is a freaking disaster zone. The EPA is going to have to step in, I just know it! I thought we'd be neater with the dog out of necessity, but she's a mess too, so we're just one big happy family of slobs in Schaumburg.
In 12 days, Matt and I will be going to Prague to visit Lovely Jaime, along with Super-Genius Laura, her Patient Husband, Shawn, and Soon-to-be Rock Icon, Bryan. A side trip to Vienna is planned, and we're all going to dork out at a Nine Inch Nails concert while we're there. (um, don't ask.) I am utterly thrilled and will be even more so if I knew where exactly in our cluttered basement our passports are...
--karen
Labels: chatter about personal life to disguise lack of real writing, Cleo, Europe, greyhounds, NIN, obsession
Then again, I tend to hate live animals.
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