Why I want a man like my dog

June 23, 2006
Back in Newberg Oregon - the small town where it’s hard to go anywhere without someone recognizing you. I live in fear of running into someone I know, or who knows me, and go through that obligatory conversation…“how was Saudi?”-“good!” I hate these pointless exchanges. What can you say in 30 seconds, and longer conversations are futile in the grocery line. A lot of high school kids around town know me and I’m certain I won’t remember their names if I run into them.

The 2nd best thing about being home is seeing my dog, Phoebe, again. She actually cried when she saw me and ran laps around the yard in her joy. She loves me still although she gets a little panicky when I leave without her. She’ll need therapy on abandonment issues for sure when I leave again in August.


There’s nothing like the love of a dog. I’ve thought about writing a book called “Why I Want a Man Like My Dog.” After all, she’s overjoyed to see me when I walk in the door, she kisses me all over when I wake up in the morning, she obeys me, she goes for walks with me, she wants nothing more than to spend time with me…how can you help but love someone who loves you that much?









I feel like I’ve been going non-stop since I arrived. My brother & his wife, Steve & Mayen arrived the same day from the Philippines. We’ve had several family get-togethers, went to an outdoor concert at the zoo, watched two movies at the local drive-in movie theater, shopped, got my hair cut, went to a business meeting with my sister, etc. School seems far, far away and I don’t want to think about it or the many jobs I need to do while I’m here (taxes, workshop, etc.).