My Dog is Chelsea

I swear everytime I try to go camping it fails miserably. The last time I went—or, rather, attempted to go—it was the weekend of the Fourth of July and every campsite and their mothers were booked solid and we couldn’t find a place to sleep. We ended up driving home and camping out in the [...]

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Latest most useless (and strangely fascinating) use of the Internet: a webcam of the blooming of the Brooklyn Botantical Garden’s stinkiest flower ever. It fascinates me in a Little-Shop-of-Horrors-in-slow-motion kind of way. The best part, I think, is not waiting for the flower to actually appear, but watching strangers point at and ogle what may [...]

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Got a call from the vet’s office yesterday announcing that they’d refilled prescriptions for “Chel-SAY-ah.” “Excuse me?” I blurted, perhaps rudely, but I thought maybe my phone had cut out and the man had actually said something like, “We’ve refill the prescriptions for Chelsea—ah, [insert the 'gargle gargle' of my crap T-Mobile phone here]?” But [...]

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For those of you who read my post and have been waiting all weekend with bated breath to find out what the doctor said about my knees, pull up a chair and relax. You’re about to find out. Turns out he went with sort of a combination of parts of Possibility Number One (“Laura, you’re [...]

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Chelsea has taken to waking up periodically in the middle of the night and wandering aimlessly around the apartment. This wouldn’t be so annoying if: a) she could navigate smoothly through dark rooms without knocking everything over, including my computer, the broom and the stack of recyclables b) she would eventually settle back down and [...]

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