why vivien is the dog for me (or why rye may be smarter than he looks)

so i'm a pretty big fan of dave eggers. i mean, i'm all about mcsweeney's. i love me some a heartbreaking work of staggering genius. i saw him read at iowa. sure, i have a copy of you shall know our velocity. and, sure, i haven't read it yet. but now, even if i wanted to, i can't.

when i got home this evening, voila. there was you shall know our velocity in roughly seven hundred bits and pieces strewn around the living room. apparently rye not so much the dave eggers fan. am i missing the next great read now? or has rye somehow kept me from something terrible?

oh, viv. you're a black lab and you're the beans. seriously. good doggie, viv, good doggie.