What? Poodles in Athens?

I have come to realize that something strange must have been led me to chose to "settle" in Athens.

When I set out, I traveled to Heartland to stake a claim near some of my poodle friends. But there were "no vacancy" signs all over the immediate neighborhood. Instead of searching the suburbs, I "wandered off" -- seeking a home far afield. (Perhaps I have inherited a sense of adventure from my great grandfather who came to Oregon on the second wagon train over the Barlow Road.) Whether I took a freeway or a "road less travelled" I don't recall -- but somehow, I found myself in Athens. The historic Barlow Road, Western Oregon

It is very rare for me to even think about the fact that I have a B.A. in Philosophy.
Philosophers seek answers to questions that others never ask. As I have thought about what led me to settle in Athens, I have realized that I have a lot of questions. What does one do with a degree in philosophy anyway? Were there poodles in Greece? Were Dr. Garland's poodles actually philosophers? Or were they sirens? Calling me to join the ranks of poodle lovers? Was Goethe's Mephistopheles really a poodle?
Now that you know how poodles came to be in Athens, I hope you will journey on to My Poodle page.

This page was designed by
Dorothy C. Dehn
DEHN GRAPHICS
Portland, Oregon, USA

Photograph by Peter Dehn
Photo illustration - Dorothy Dehn