Olive's Story

Olive came to live with us on January 30, 2010. We weren't looking for a dog. Just two weeks before we lost our beloved Scully. My heart was still heavy with sadness at her passing. We decided that we would look for another dog in the Spring and that in the meantime we would start researching breeds, temperments and sizes as a base when we started looking.

Now, I know that I was probably setting myself up by even looking at websites devoted to rescued animals. But I looked at hundreds of dogs and lots of black labs/lab mixes and didn't even experience a twinge of interest.

Then there was Olive. There she was and her story of losing her front leg and her family all in her first year. I was drawn in and went home that night and asked Kevin if when we started looking at dogs we might consider a three-legged dog. His first reaction was no, but then I pulled up her profile and he felt it too. She was the dog for us!

Two days later she came to our house for a "meeting" and she lavished us in love and treated our other dog, Bisou, like a rockstar. The cats she simply sniffed and left alone.

She teaches me something everyday about loving with abandon, trusting without hesititation, and playing with gusto! We haven't found anything that she can't do yet ... she runs, plays, runs up and down the stairs without any problem. She is great with Bisou (they play all the time) and leaves the cats alone. She did eat a library book while we were at work today, but she is new and a puppy so we are just working with her to learn commands (which she takes to really well). Her most favorite thing to do is cuddle. She'd be laying across us all the time if we let her. Most of all I feel the sadness as losing Scully lessening with the love of this incredible dog.

Monday, February 8, 2010

A Good Night for Italian

Yesterday Kevin and I went out for a few hours, leaving the pack at home. After about two hours we thought it best to head back and see what kind of damage Ms. Olive had inflicted in the house. It was a snowy day and when we came in the back door we tracked in a bunch of snow, which masked the first clue to her secret activities while we were away. But soon enough we started to smell garlic on her breath. Looking into the kitchen we saw that the bowl that once held two, LARGE, ripe tomatoes and a BULB of garlic were gone. At our feet, what once looked to be snow, was actually shreds of garlic skin. The tomato tops were not far away. Who knew our girl was such a healthy eater?
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  1. UnknownFebruary 8, 2010 at 10:23 AM

    Nothing says I Love you and missed you like garlic doggy breath.

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