My dog, Ollie (full name Oliver Norvell Hardy Darby- he was born on a street where Oliver Hardy once lived, hence the name) is allegedly the product of a Jack Russell mother and a Rat Terrier father. I see the Jack Russell but no court in the world would make any Rat Terrier pay child support- he looks more like a gene splice twix terrier and boa constricter- he’s about 10" at the shoulder but from the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail he’s 42" long with ears more appropriate for a jackass. He’s completely hyper by day and the world’s biggest snuggler by night (he prefers sleeping on me to sleeping with me, or best of all curled up under my arm with his very long little nose on my throat. Needless to say, bad and odd looking as he is I adore him.
(The only pics of him online are from when he was a puppy baby pics and just slightly older.)
Anyway, his favorite place on Earth is in the sliding glass door of my apartment barking at anything that moves and jumping a full four feet into the air when he sees me or somebody else coming towards him. A few months ago he learned that he can prop himself up on the door with his front legs.
This month he has learned he can do the same thing with one leg. His right one. He stands absolutely erect on his back legs.
It’s the oddest site on Earth coming home to see a long brown and white dog in my glass door giving an absolutely perfect Nazi salute. It’s freaking me out (especially since I have Jewish ancestry).
Totally mundane. Totally pointless. Totally had to share it.