Puppy Love, Unrequited

Check out my essay in the most recent issue of Stanford Magazine:

“When I was 8, my family decided to adopt a dog. The local shelter was a filthy, noisy place in the worst part of San Diego, so we chose the first medium-sized puppy we saw, threw $20 at a volunteer and dashed back to the minivan. There were times when we wished we had been more discerning because Katie, as we called her, turned out not to be the most intelligent of creatures . . .” (Read more)