Don’t tell the Department of Homeland Security…
…but our dog has a strange fascination with Oman. A while ago I think we were watching the opening of the Olympic games where the athletes march into the stadium according to their nationalities, holding the flag of their respective countries. Being the weirdo that I am, I was reading out the countries’ names as they marched in. When I called out “Oman!” the dog, who up until then had been sleeping, jumped up with a burst of unbridled enthusiasm as though I had said one of his most favorite words: walk, beach, or treat. Since then if we say the word, he still gets excited and does his puppy dance. I am not quite sure why he wants to go there…