Growing in body but not the mind. Is the hit of the party because she is the girl with the lampshade on her head doing body shots. Has absolutely no standards.
Everyone who meets her loves her. Everyone who has to live with her questions their own will to live on a day to day basis.
She has some attractive sides. Every morning at the crack of dawn she starts doing her cow impressions. Whoo, Whoo, Whoo, emanates from the guest room. It gets louder and louder the longer she feels she is being deprived of your attention. She spins around in her crate, like a car doing donuts, whooing it up. Finally in desperation for the bleeding to stop in our ears, someone (me) goes and gets her. Which of course, rewards her for the bad behavior but at least we will have hearing for another day. She needs to go outside IMMEDIATELY. A moment delay and you will pay a very steep price. Then she eats. Then she needs to go outside IMMEDIATELY. Then she needs to pummel you in the stomach with her giant hairy body until you go and get Herbie. Then you throw him to her in the hope you can scarf down a cup of coffee before you take another body blow to your mid-section.
This goes on ALL day. All day, everyday! Though sometimes she adds in the I ate crap from the garbage can and need to hurl all day long. Or, I found deer poop and either ate it, at which case I hurl, or rolled around in it, at which case I hurl.
We escape from the yard. We dig holes. We eat grass, twigs and moss. We chew up everything that doesn't resemble a dog toy. Dog toys must remain unblemished. She is a collector of pristine dog toys. I am a collector of chewed unmentionables, purses, nylons, and computer cords.
She has to sleep on your feet. Not next to your feet, but on top of your feet. Like a giant muff. She is starting to do away with that one and has now started to sleep in a new position. One that I can't really explain but I'm pretty sure sends a clear signal to the unlady like behavior of Olive.
Yep, the photo says it all.
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