I'm three...I mean 21.

I have a little catching up to do. On June 8th, our puppilessness turned three...which makes her 21 in dog years...which means she can drink! Despite her parents efforts to pressure her into her first beer, she was quite resistant. She is smiling in this picture, but I don't think she took more than a lick and was not impressed. I guess it is more of an acquired taste than I remember. Guess we'll stick to water for now. Otherwise, our girl is doing awesome. She is as sweet and loving as ever, keeping me company when Chip is out of town or working nights. She guards the house with a really mean bark. In fact, she almost got a letter of complaint from the mail person....she HATES the mail person. But, once anyone other than the mail person comes in the door, she wags her tails so hard her entire body moves. She loves the water, finding any river, lake, or puddle she can (and there are lots in Portland this Spring as we have set records for the amount of moisture we have gotten in the past few months), and laying down in it. We really do love her and can't seem to get enough of her adorable furry face.




On the human front, it has been an exciting month too. I graduated with my masters almost three years ago now, but was not done with the process towards my license. I have been gathering the 2,000 client contact hours, 4,000 work hours, and a slew of supervision necessary to be deemed an official Licensed Clinical Social Worker. And, this past month...I met the mark, passed a local exam (already passed my boards), paid some more money, and received my license. Not sure what this really means. In some states it means I can start a private practice. In Oregon, I could have done that already without it....but personally didn't want to. It basically opens some doors and gives me more options. It also means I have completely made the transition to career number two. I feel pretty satisfied with it for the most part, but would not rule out another morphing of this career or a third entirely different one at some point. At this point we are more focused on making it to Chip finishing up as well and figuring out where he lands a job, and as a result, we land our family for the next stint. Vamos a ver!


Currently, my favorite bumper sticker...
"Wag more, bark less."