is that hippos or hippoes? hi, dan quayle. shit. anyway, i saw a pack of hungry hunting dogs get their dinner tonight at the chateau cheverney. it was intense. the 70 dogs all line up, howling, and wait to eat their entrails and nasty chicken carcasses and kibble. what's worse is that the dog guy dumps all of it out in front of the dogs for about 20 minutes before they can eat. what's even worse than that is the smell of these entrails. putrid. once the dog guy gives his signal, the dogs chow down-- i mean, really hit the skids and fight and rip things apart and it's absolutely crazy. there's a point when they stop being cute and start looking like a pack of things-- ants, rodents, sickies.
my entries are so scattered. i'm trying to motivate myself to traveling again. i'm going to amsterdam with aunt and uncle and then ireland alone. i do like traveling, i do like traveling, i do i do i do i do i DO like traveling. i'm not the cowardly lion, i'm the tired lion. but, i do have the rest of my life to sleep-- or sleepwalk, like what i was doing before i left. hopefully i'll have enough chutzpah to not sleepwalk through life anymore when i get back.
i've been enjoying my family. it's nice to see dad. but the car has been a mixed bag. a blessing and a curse-- nice to get to these out of the way chateaus, so crowded and uncomfy in the back seat.