My Dog is Chelsea

I have so much I want to say right now but I can’t! We’re in the midst of a roommate search—we finally decided on our top pick; now it’s up to me to make those dreaded “Sorry, you’re not the right person” phone calls. How on Earth to people do this regularly? I can see [...]

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The Oregonian reported today that three of Oregon’s Republican representatives neglected to disclose an all-expenses-paid trip to Hawaii in 2004.
You see, it was a conference held by the Oregon Beer and Wine Distributors Association, which took place, of course, at a fancy resort in Maui. The point of the conference was to discuss things like, [...]

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It’s official, folks. When Asa’s alarm went off at five-fucking-thirty this morning, it finally hit me: I’ve lived in Portland for an entire year.
I moved here in late September last year, just before Asa began his diesel mechanics classes that start every morning at the very unreasonable hour of seven o’clock. His alarm clock—a mechanized [...]

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I am alive, and so is Chelsea. Things have been busy around here, so I’m sorry I’ve been a delinquent blogger. Thank you to everyone for the well wishes for Stink (Chelsea)—she’s been doing well. I completed my first big sewing project today—a brand new dog bed for my furry little best friend. Unfortunately, the [...]

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Chelsea had a seizure on Monday and the vet thinks it was probably caused by brain tumor. He wants me to take her to a doggie neurologist.
I told my mother the news as soon as I found out.
“She had a high fever?” Her phone is broken, which means that it was
“No, a seizure,” I said.
“What [...]

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