I don't know if it's worse for me or for her.

She's home in her crate right now and we won't see her again until the evening. When we left she was whimpering softly, listening to NPR, and trying to remove small yogurt treats from a hard plastic toy.

I don't think we're traumatizing her, unless she despises the unfair liberal media.

Oracle, our adopted greyhound, arrived yesterday morning. She's as loving and beautiful an animal as we remembered her, and we're very happy to include her in our lives and act as her caretaker and de facto pack leader. She has a healthy appetite and an insatiable curiosity even for the areas of the house she's explored fifteen times now ( Read more... )

This weekend was wire-to-wire activity, and I could easily compose a mammoth journal entry about all of it. I could go on and on about the short scene I performed for a showcase audition, the round of squash I played yesterday morning at which my wife soundly whalloped me, the controversial discussion we had last night about the performance rights ( Read more... )