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2003-02-23 - 9:59 a.m.

I was bored yesterday and came over here to look around, hoping maybe a visit would ignite some desire to write, or at the very least pry loose some idea I could toy around with. I didn’t find inspiration, and I’m still without a clue or idea, but I did find the startup date on this site. Chateau Bowwow is one year old today.

I wrote to a friend who played a significant part in getting me to start this site; I told her Chateau Bowwow would be going into year two and asked what the hell I was suppose to do now. Her answer was simple and to-the-point: “Maybe you could start writing again. There’s a thought.”

Okay. I paid my dues to the journal hosting god, giving me another year of web space, but money changing hands didn’t kindle ideas or stoke a fire to write. So I read the opening entry for the dog house. On February 23, 2002 I was concerned with blowing my nose. Come to think of it, a good exhalation of the old schnozzola might not be a bad idea today. But I can take care of that need sometime later—see Someday Isle, the entry for February 28, 2002. Yes, I still procrastinate; the past year has not changed that!

There have not, in fact, been many changes at Chateau Bowwow over the past year. Okay, yes, I have grown a year older, but it doesn’t necessarily mean I’ve grown into a responsible adult. I still want to stay at recess.

The two fat and spoiled dogs and the boss kitty have also grown a year older. Emma continues to be a lover, Blue continues to be schizo, and Mavis the tom cat continues to believe he’s a female dog.

Over the past year I’ve helped move my life-long friend diva back home and we continue to find ourselves in one fine mess after another. Although, in our defense, we have matured a bit and our messes aren’t nearly in a league with the orneriness of younger days. It’s been several weeks since our last caper. We are, however, due to attend another three-day conference at Lake of the Ozarks the first three days in March and the odds are good we’ll find ourselves in a humdinger of a predicament. Humdingers seem to follow us around.

A year ago I was suffering from Cabin Fever and longing for summer and good days on the boat. Accompanying my Cabin Fever is a need to entertain myself by buying something. Last year I went round the bend and bought a new boat. I suffer from Cabin Fever this winter, too, and the tug to go buy something was strong. I’d been tinkering around with the idea of a new Tahoe, but other friends convinced me a new Dell (dude) would satisfy my cabin fever urges. Those friends saved me several thousand dollars. And I’ve managed to entertain myself by trying to learn how to use a Dell rather than the MACs I’ve owned for over 20 years.

I was, last February, counting down the days to freedom from work. I am, this February, counting down the days to freedom from work. Last year I was looking forward to nine days in the sun and sand at Nassau. Unfortunately, there will be no spring break trip to the islands this year. That makes the counting down harder and the winter seem even more dismal. But, there are no escalators in life, sometimes we’ve got to take the stairs. So I’m on the stairs heading down to summer.

Not much at all has changed at Chateau Bowwow. Generally, I’m either in the dog house or soon to be in the dog house. Some things never change.

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