Meet our Ollie.
Ollie is one of the four that makes up our little herd.
The second doggie we acquired and our first experience with a rescue dog.
Ollie comes from a rough past.
We don’t know quite what happened but it was traumatic enough that he has suffered from some issues.
He doesn’t like to be left alone.
He likes to have drapey things over his head.
He forms unusual attachments to inanimate objects. Objects as reasonable as a stuffed teddy bear and as unreasonable as a vase of hydrangea blossoms (I kid you not).
Apart from that Ollie is just unusual.
He has an outie.
He snorts periodically.
He barks at his food, but only at night.
But Ollie is a dear.
And last Sunday, Ollie was permitted the privilege of a day trip to Black Fox.
We weren’t sure how he would do.
He doesn’t like rides in the car.
He doesn’t like changes to his routine.
Wide open spaces frighten him.
But once we arrived and let him roam, Ollie was as happy as a clam.
There was so much to do.
He had to check out the barn and give it his stamp of approval, which he did.
He had to direct Poppy on the digging, help place the garden hose, and check out the magnificent sand pile.
He had to happily trot about, here and there, taking it all in.
Then, a bit worn out, he had to take a nap.
Overall, Black Fox made a great impression on Ollie; and Ollie made a great impression on Black Fox.