Olive

Olive has arrived!We drove to Tacoma to pick her up and she was the last puppy to go home. We felt a little bad about that since she was all alone in a giant kennel. I'm sure she was questioning her life choices at this point, all 9 weeks of it. We had been delayed in our search for a Krispy Kreme donut.

She is a giant marshmallow with a very small body. And very sharp baby teeth. She is adorable, but really what baby isn't. That is how they get away with murder, the cuteness factor. Olive has it in spades. Herbie "The love pug" is not impressed. He refuses to share his ball or any of his toys or his kitchen or the living room or the plant stand that before today he didn't even know we owned but now it IS HIS MOST FAVORITE THING and she is not to touch it. Or look at it. Or breathe on it.The boy loves her but of course it is not three in morning and she is not whining and needing to go to the out of doors. We will see how much love is flowing at that time. Or when she chews his shoes or his jeans.

She is sweet and brings some new life into our home. Chaos also entered but I knew that going in, so I'm fine with trade off. She has met some neighbors. Frolicked in the front yard. Had lunch. And is now fast asleep on the kid's bed. Not on the pillow for that is where Herbie sleeps but at the end of the bed on the kid's feet. A welcomed addition to a newly built family.