What? You’re still here? I thought I took care of that this morning… < wanders back into the Fog of Brain… >
It’s because I only have the ones I already posted! Ollie is busy. Busy and practically a full-time job. I look around and realize my entire life has been overtaken by 7 pounds of stomach surrounded by boundless exuberance. And teeth!!
From the new (so far not very successful) grooming arm now attached to my breakfast bar to the badly chewed hem of the t-shirt I’m currently wearing, the selection of special treats and toys fast accumulating in the window nook, the badly abused and worn pink doughnut toy forever underfoot that a dear friend gave the little delinquent just a couple weeks ago, the newly-acquired angry scratch marks on the inside of my right forearm garnered while attempting yet again to clip someone’s toenails (unsuccessfully, I must add), life is now… different.
Aforementioned friend was tasked by her husband to take lots of pics during her visit. She couldn’t do it. Unless restrained, Ollie doesn’t hold still. Ever. If left to his own devices, there’s no throw rug he won’t drag around, no curtain he won’t pull, no tablecloth he won’t tug to try and perform a certain magic trick. Somehow it never works and just upsets the candles that sit atop the little table. Then he chews the candles.
Want to catch Ollie when he’s feeling mischievous? You can’t! Funnest thing ever: Skip, jump, dash and twirl juuuusssstttt out of reach. Bonus points if her face turns red while she tries to catch you!
My life now: I’m either taking Ollie out for a widdle and/or a poo, feeding Ollie so there can be more poos, walking Ollie for exercise in a vain effort to wear him out, playing endless games of fetch with him, attempting to teach him manners and/or tricks (hah!), bathing him, taking him for drives to help him over his motion sickness, trying to get him accustomed to having his paws handled so I can get those @((@@!! sharp toenails trimmed, or stuffing him in his crate for awhile so I can go run errands to keep the household running.
At least he lets me brush his teeth.
Therefore no pics. They’re just blurs.
Ollie is a corker, that’s for sure! Aren’t you glad you asked? 
I promise, I’ll keep trying. So far, every time I’ve attempted to introduce a camera, the effort ends within 10 seconds and me saying, “Don’t eat that!”
My very best to you all, who, whether you realize it or not, are always a bright spot in my day.