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Ollie's dog houseIf you've had a ruff day, come hang out with me... August 17 Play timeYesterday mom and
dad took Lavender and I too a big off leash dog park to run and play. Mom
makes us walk in on a leash and Lavender has to drag a leash at the park because
she doesn't listen very good (another example of how girls are
stupid).
I don't like to be
on a leash around other dogs and I get a little snappy when I am, but mom says
its okay because I am just asking for my space. Other dog parents get mad
though and mom has to explain dog behavior. GOOD thing I have taught my
mom so well. I know Uncle Elmo helped train her too (I will tell you
about him sometime, mom really loved him and I know she misses
him).
I had a great time
at the park, though I kept trying to steal frisbee's and mom kept yelling at me
to "get out of that", but I didn't want too. After a while I did, but I
didn't like it.
Lavender was pretty
naughty. Mom says she is very forward and doesn't understand when other
dogs tell her to back off...instead, she goes back for more. Dumb
girl. She got beat up by a rottweiler, he ran her from end of the park to
the other. I laughed at her. I just stayed by mom and dad...they are
fun to hang out with. Plus it just makes me feel better to keep mom in my
line of site. I want to make sure she is behaving...she can be very bad
you know.
On another
note....
I have decided that
I need to do away with Lavender...I am not quite sure how to do it...but I have
access to peanut butter and bones, Grandpa Ted, what can I do with that?
Anything besides make her a snack??? Ooh, I could poison her...but wait,
what if I get it on my paws, I know....I will wear gloves. I am so smart
that I surprise even myself.
Ooh to plot my
sisters death....
Woof
Woof
Ollie the
destroyer
Ps. Hi Grandma
Dottie!
August 16 SwimmingYesterday afternoon
I got to go swimming with Lavender. It was just in a river that was fairly
low, so it wasn't really swimming, it was more like wading.
There are two things
that I love to do and I got to do both of them together yesterday.
Swimming and fetch. There was a nice man that stood down in the river with
us dogs (there were a lot of dogs playing with me, that was fun too) and threw
the balls for us. Lavender would also beeline for the ball, but I would go
for it in a round-a-bout fashion. That style ended up getting me the ball
more often than Lavender. HAHA!
We left the park WAY
too soon because mom had to teach other people how to be good parents too her
dogs. I like when we get to go to these classes, because I get to show
off. Sometimes I work a head of mom and don't wait for her to tell me what
to do. I know that frustrates her, but I cant help it...I get
excited. Plus I want to show her how smart I am.
Overall it was a
very fun night. Except I had to share a crate with Lavender at
school...could someone please tell mom that I don't like to share my crate with
her? I need my own space, plus I don't like girl cooties.
EEWW!
Off to
rest...
woof.
woof.
Ollie August 15 Sisters, blech.Mom is a
softy.
When Auntie Michelle
called from the shelter that mom got me from and said that she needed some one
to foster a 4 month old under weight malnourished pit bull pup that needed shots
every day, she of course caved right in.
For the first 3 days
I was MAD!!!! I wouldn't play with mom and when we went to bed, I would
sleep on the other side, instead of up against her like I usually do. I
got over it pretty quickly, because it is fun to have Lavender (that's the
foster dogs name and my sister) to play with. Though sometimes she chews
on my legs and I don't like that, so then I chew on her ears to get back at
her.
Mom said she was
only staying for a month....Hello, Mom...Its been OVER a MONTH! Mom keeps
going back and forth about keeping her and making her my permanent sister.
I guess it would be okay, but I really did like to be an only child.
Though I am still very spoiled and I am the only one who gets to sleep on the
bed with mom (HAHA Lavender!!!), Lavender has to sleep in her
crate.
Lavender is pretty
good for the most part, but it gets irritating when I am trying to go potty and
she has to body slam me. Come ON! Cant I pee in peace???? Or
when I am trying to just eat some grass and she has to grab my leash and try to
drag me away. I teach her though, because then I take off and flip her
over. I dragged her for a few feet yesterday, until mom told me to let go
of the leash. Well, Lavender STARTED it AND she deserved
it.
Plus, I am WAY
smarter than Lav, because I am the one that does all the tricks at the
demos!!! All she does is LAY there...dumb girl. She does get a lot
of attention though, but that's because she is little and sort of cute.
Then people see me and tell me how handsome I am and that I look like a
tiger...they forget all about stupid Lavender.
Can someone please
tell my mom that I really don't want a full time sister??? sigh. its hard
being a dog.
Cya
round!
woof.
woof.
Ollie I'm a what?Mom says that I am
an "Ambassador To the Breed". What does that mean, I
wonder?
Its funny that when
I am out at demo's with my mom, I usually get two responses when mom tells them
my breed. I am very exotic looking as you can see, and not many people can
guess what I am off the tops of their heads (though they usually act like the
knew after mom tells them, silly humans).
This is a typical
conversation that mom will have with a person:
Person: What
kind of dog is he?
Mom: American
Bull Dog/Pit Bull Mix
Person: Is he
mean?
Mom: No, he is
very friendly. It is all in how they are raised and handled, nothing to do
with the breed.
I don't get
it. Am I supposed to be mean? Am I supposed to bite people?
Especially little children, because you should see how many parents snatch their
kids away from me. When ever mom says that I am very sweet, I always
look at her with wondering eyes. Why do you say that Mom? Are they
scared of me?
I don't get why
people are afraid of me. I am somewhat big...but I am a gentle
giant...really, I am. Sometimes when people ask if I am friendly I bark to
say "YES! Wanna play?"
Mom says that
people have change their minds about the breed because of me. Is
that what makes me an ambassador? Do I get to wear a special vest or
anything? Maybe a hat. I like hats.
So next time you see
a pit bull or rottweiler, don't run in fear. Ask their owners about them
and be educated....no one likes racism, even dogs. Just because I wear a
certain kind of coat does not make me inherently mean. I am a good dog and
they may be too.
Well, I need a nap
now...
Woof.
Woof.
Ambassador
Ollie August 12 Frisbee'sI love to chase and catch frisbee's but I am really hard on them. I went through 4 today alone, I dont think that made mom very happy. I dont know why, Frisbee's just keeping magically appearing no matter how many I destroy. She must pick them off a tree.
I will admit that I am tough on frisbee's. I dont think it is me, I think it is the frisbee's fault. I like to chew them a little bit and I like to shake the floppy ones (thats the BEST!). I cant help if that weakens them, someone just needs to make one "ollie proof". At least thats what mom says. I personally have fun destroying the frisbees.
My dad (moms boyfriend Jamie) is really really good at throwing the frisbee's for me and I can usually get pretty good air. Mom, on the other hand, needs frisbee throwing lessons. I still run after them, but dad throws them better. Sometimes he tries to fake me out, but I already what he is up too...I just play along.
Today I got to play with FOUR frisbees at once....that was the best. Except I left one out in the field and mom kept telling to me to get my frisbee...well, I would go for the one at her feet and she would tell me to leave it. WHAT??!??!?! You just told me to get the frisbee!!! Then I realized that she wanted me to run all the way out and get the one that I left in the field...so, I humored her and went and got it.
Ooh, Lavender was there too...she just runs in cirlces with a tennis ball in her mouth. Girls are stupid. Then there were some kids playing across the field from us and she decided to run over and investigate. Mom was calling her, but she wasnt listening. Lavender got almost to the kids and for some reason she got scared. She starting barking at them, then turned and ran back towards mom, but she was still looking back, barking and running. She ran straight into mom. I laughed at her (so did mom, but dont tell Lavender, I dont want to hurt her feelings). See....I told you, girls are stupid.
My paws are tired from typing...I will update more tomorrow.
Woof. Woof.
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