Today, I asked Ollie what she thought about living with us. We adopted her from the Humane Society… about 6 months ago. She said she liked it pretty dang good here. She wishes we would let her play with that cat downstairs…. but other than that, it is all good.  Oh… and…… she remarked about her strong appreciation of the chicken jerky treats in the blue bag.   Yes, if she could get those more often…it would make her happy.

That little dog is really something.  She is full of energy and vigor.  She is a bit on the clumsy side though.  She rams head first into a lot of walls when chasing toys in the house.  Also, there is an award-winning actress in her.  If she wants commiseration, she limps around on three legs….. holding up her right front wing.

And, unfortunately, she is still bound by fear… of things that probably happened during her first go-around with humans.

But back to our little talk we had this morning.  I inquired why she still had so much puppy in her. She cocked her head sideways and gave me a look, like….  I was completely and thoroughly mindless. “Oh….” I said…. “So you DON’T act like a puppy?” To which she put her paw on my forearm.

Which only leaves one explanation. She is blonde.  A fog dog.

Our other two dogs are much older. Twelve, and nine. But they are dark colored dogs. Ollie’s a blonde.

I feel that it is okay to talk about it. You see, I was born as blonde as the day is long. But lil’ Ollie takes it to new heights.

You can’t really potty train them… or teach them tricks.   She knows one…  …. “Hey Ollie!  Run in circles and chase your tail.” She is really good at this one.  Actually, I think she is much smarter than she lets on.  So…..  The rest is just going to take some time.

Which reminds me…..

A blonde has just gotten a new sports car. She cuts out in front of a semi, and almost causes it to drive over a cliff. The driver furiously motions for her to pull over, and she does. The driver gets out and draws a circle and tells her to stand in it. Then he gets out his knife and cuts up her leather seats. He turns around and sees she’s smiling. So he goes to his truck, takes out a baseball bat, and starts busting her windows and beating her car. He looks back to see that she’s laughing.

He’s really mad now, so he takes his knife and slices her tires. He turns around and she’s laughing so hard, she’s about to fall down. He demands, “What’s so funny?” She says, “Every time you weren’t looking, I stepped out of the circle!”

“Be Smart.  But never show it.”  – Louis B. Mayer