Odds N Ends

The question mom gets asked most the about me is “what is he?” Don’t they know I am a dog????

Okay, so they want to know what BREED of dog I am and that is a tricky question. I did that on purpose you know.

Mom says that I am a Great American Boxer. Basically she says that I am a Great Dane (because I am so tall), American Bull Dog (because of my jowels and head shape) and Boxer (because of my coloring and wigglyness) mix. She also says that I have some pit-bull, but we don’t tell many people that because they get scared. However, I am a very good dog.

I personally think mom should tell them that I am a maltese or something like that and see what they say. Just to mess with their heads.

Lavender was supposed to go meet new people tomorrow, but that has fallen through. They would be first time dog owners and Lavy would NOT be good for them. Mom is very experienced and there are days that SHE wants to hang Lavy by her ears.

Did I tell you that I hate that Lav sleeps on the bed with us? Yup. I hate it.

Its also very cold here, in the 60’s. For me that’s COLD!!! I need a fall jacket, I will have to get mom to work on that. She left me OUTSIDE (ooh the indignity of it) in a kennel while she was training last night, I was FREEZING!!!!

Off to go nap.

Woof. Woof.

Ollie Pants

Lies

Remember how I told you that Lavender found a new home? Well, it was all a lie. I am very upset with Mom. Here I was ready to party on Monday, I had the caterers lined up and everything…but NOOOOOO, mom and Auntie Michelle had to go and deny the application just because they gave some dogs away (okay 6…is that a lot?). Don’t they know I lost the deposit??? SHEESH!

Alright, so I agree it wouldn’t be very nice to hop from home to home to home and I know that Lavy is safe here with us….I just want mom to myself again!!! Lavy doesn’t share mom well, except if she is chewing a bone…then I can spend time with mom.

Mom is STILL letting Lavy sleep on the bed with us…someone needs to tell Mom that its MY bed and that little turd should NOT be sleeping with us. Plus girls are stupid, but not mom (at least I don’t tell her and I think she reads my blog, so I don’t want to get into trouble).

I am going away with mom, Auntie Michelle, all her dogs and Lavy this weekend. We are going to go watch herding trials and go hiking. Mom and I aren’t the hiking types…so this should be interesting. I am very excited about watching the herding trials though; I bet I could do it BETTER than any of those other “herding” dogs. But I think I am afraid of sheep. I am DEFINITELY afraid of ducks (sometimes they start new dogs on ducks) because they will peck my eyes out. Hmmmm…maybe I can loose Lavy while we are hiking…I will have to come up with a plan.

I don’t think I have any other news…

Going to go chew on my bone now.

Woof. Woof.
Ollie Pants xo

Catching up...

Phew. It has been a BUSY week for a being a dog. Mom seems to be monoplizing the computer, so I havent had much time to use it. I get impatient with her, but she is my mom so I guess I have to let her use the computer first.

Mom let Lavender sleep on the bed with us the last few days. I suppose its okay, though I dont really like it. I dont like it because it is MY bed...it is the one place that I get to spend AWAY from her...NOW she gets to share the bed....geez, mom is really pushing it!!! I may have to step on mom in her sleep...that will teach her.

We went to the shelter today. I got to spend time with Auntie Michelle's dogs, she has lots of dogs. My favorite is Willow, she is a 6 year old chocolate lab. I like to play with Ashes, but sometimes she gets mad at me and snaps (mean girl!), she is a chocolate lab too. Little Sister and Sirlena dont really play with me, they are australian shepards. Zara keeps Lavender in line, so of COURSE I like her, she is also an australian shepard. Then there is little Pony Boy, he is a border collie pupppy...I like him and he likes me, but he HATES Lavender because she is too pushy...smart boy. Wow, that was hard....I normally dont count that high.

While we were at the shelter, mom took Lavender away and I stayed in Auntie Michelle's office with my friends. Apparently some people came to meet Lavender to see if they want to take her home. They spent a lot of time with mom, Auntie Michelle and Lavender. I guess Lavender is going to a new home on Monday...her forever home, like the one that mom gave me. I am happy for her, but sad for mom. I dont like when mom cries and she is already crying over her leaving. Don't worry, I will take care of her. I promise. Monday is going to be a rough day for every body...even me. Yes, I still think girls are stupid...but she was fun to play with and I will miss Lavy. Mom says that I will get to see her and play with her still because her new parents will take classes with Mom.

I got EMAIL the other day. I LOVE email. Thank you Grandma Dottie and Grandpa Ted. Though I was a little suprised that you included Lavender, after all she is a stupid girl. I tried to make that bomb out of peanut butter, but I got distracted and ate it all. I guess thats what happens when you are a dog. Ooh and Lavender typically protects ME from the bad dogs...because she is so tough. Who knew that girls could be so tough??!!!

I have to go do what I do best now....nap.

Love you!
Woof! Woof!

Ollie caretaker of the Mom

Swimming...

Mom and Dad took Lavender and I swimming today. Not to a lake or a river...but to a PUBLIC POOL!!!! Yes, you read right a POOL! The park systems was having a fundraiser for the off leash dogs parks and your parents could take you swimming for $5 each. So, Mom and Dad took us.

Mom was nervous that there were going to be a lot of people there that were stupid and not understand doggy language...because we all know how well mom speaks it!

Anyway, we get there and mom lets us go. Lavender ran right for the pool and DOVE right in...to the DEEP end. She scared herself a little, but she pulled herself back out and came running over to where mom was talking to a nice lady.

Then she took me over to the pool, but I was afraid to go in, because I didnt know how deep it was. So, mom had to go in with me. She didnt have a swim suit on!!! So her pants and shirt got all wet! Silly, I told her she should have worn a swim suit. She doesnt listen...thinks she knows better. She doesnt.

Once mom was in the pool with me, I was fine....I went swimming with all the other dogs and had to share my tennis balls with a lab...that was okay, I didnt mind.

Lavender was the funniest to watch. She swam around like a little motor boat. Off into the deep end most of the time. Dad kept getting nervous and would call her back....I stayed pretty close to mom, she stayed in the pool with us the whole time.

We had such a good time swimming in the pool...I hope mom remembers to take us next year...because it was a blast.

OOH...and all the dog owners were good...no stupid people. I saw another dog that looked a lot like me. She didnt really like the water, but I told her that it was fun and to relax...I hope my advice helped!!!

Off to bed...

Woof Woof.
Ollie Luganus xo

Ps... sorry that I havent blogged in a while. Mom broke the computer. See...I told you girls were stupid.

More proof that sisters are trouble...

Here is a conversation between Lavender and I....

Mom had put Lavender into a bigger crate, to give her more room....and this is how Lav thanks mom! Nice, REAL nice!



Lavender: PSSSST!!! Ollie come over here and help me break out.
Ollie: NOOO WAY! I am not helping you, cause I will get into trouble.
L: Sissy. I will just do it myself. *plays with crate door*
O: Your going to get into trouble.
L: Nope. She will never know...they are sleeping right.
O: *walks over to mom* I think so. She didn't move when I nuzzled her, but she could be playing possum.
L: I'm FREE! Lets make a run for Ollie it.
O: Nope, I'm sleeping.
L: SISSY! *walks over to mom* *Jumps up and nuzzles at her*
Mom: Ollie quit. Go lay down.
L: *giggles* I did it! It worked!
Mom: *rolls over* HEY! How did you get out.
L: DAMNIT!
Mom: Back in your house you go. Little jail breaker.
L: Awwww MAN! Ollie help!!!!!
O: *sleeping* Cant, sorry.
L: *back in crate, tries door* Aww man, she locked it good this time. Now where did I put that spoon?

See...do you need ANYMORE proof???

Play Time

Yesterday mom and dad took Lavender and I too a big off leash dog park to run and play. Mom makes us walk in on a leash and Lavender has to drag a leash at the park because she doesn't listen very good (another example of how girls are stupid).

I don't like to be on a leash around other dogs and I get a little snappy when I am, but mom says its okay because I am just asking for my space. Other dog parents get mad though and mom has to explain dog behavior. GOOD thing I have taught my mom so well. I know Uncle Elmo helped train her too (I will tell you about him sometime, mom really loved him and I know she misses him).

I had a great time at the park, though I kept trying to steal frisbee's and mom kept yelling at me to "get out of that", but I didn't want too. After a while I did, but I didn't like it.

Lavender was pretty naughty. Mom says she is very forward and doesn't understand when other dogs tell her to back off...instead, she goes back for more. Dumb girl. She got beat up by a rottweiler, he ran her from end of the park to the other. I laughed at her. I just stayed by mom and dad...they are fun to hang out with. Plus it just makes me feel better to keep mom in my line of site. I want to make sure she is behaving...she can be very bad you know.

On another note....

I have decided that I need to do away with Lavender...I am not quite sure how to do it...but I have access to peanut butter and bones, Grandpa Ted, what can I do with that? Anything besides make her a snack??? Ooh, I could poison her...but wait, what if I get it on my paws, I know....I will wear gloves. I am so smart that I surprise even myself.

Ooh to plot my sisters death....

Woof Woof

Ollie the destroyer

Ps. Hi Grandma Dottie!

Playing and Swimming

Yesterday afternoon I got to go swimming with Lavender. It was just in a river that was fairly low, so it wasn't really swimming, it was more like wading.

There are two things that I love to do and I got to do both of them together yesterday. Swimming and fetch. There was a nice man that stood down in the river with us dogs (there were a lot of dogs playing with me, that was fun too) and threw the balls for us. Lavender would also beeline for the ball, but I would go for it in a round-a-bout fashion. That style ended up getting me the ball more often than Lavender. HAHA!

We left the park WAY too soon because mom had to teach other people how to be good parents too there dogs. I like when we get to go to these classes, because I get to show off. Sometimes I work a head of mom and don't wait for her to tell me what to do. I know that frustrates her, but I cant help it...I get excited. Plus I want to show her how smart I am.

Overall it was a very fun night. Except I had to share a crate with Lavender at school...could someone please tell mom that I don't like to share my crate with her? I need my own space, plus I don't like girl cooties. EEWW!

Off to rest...

woof. woof.
Ollie

Sisters, Blech.

Mom is a softy.

When Auntie Michelle called from the shelter that mom got me from and said that she needed some one to foster a 4 month old under weight malnourished pit bull pup that needed shots every day, she of course caved right in.

For the first 3 days I was MAD!!!! I wouldnt play with mom and when we went to bed, I would sleep on the other side, instead of up against her like I usually do. I got over it pretty quickly, because it is fun to have Lavender (thats the foster dogs name and my sister) to play with. Though sometimes she chews on my legs and I dont like that, so then I chew on her ears to get back at her.

Mom said she was only staying for a month....Hello, Mom...Its been OVER a MONTH! Mom keeps going back and forth about keeping her and making her my permanant sister. I guess it would be okay, but I really did like to be an only child. Though I am still very spoiled and I am the only one who gets to sleep on the bed with mom (HAHA Lavender!!!), Lavender has to sleep in her crate.

Lavender is pretty good for the most part, but it gets irritating when I am trying to go potty and she has to body slam me. Come ON! Cant I pee in peace???? Or when I am trying to just eat some grass and she has to grab my leash and try to drag me away. I teach her though, because then I take off and flip her over. I dragged her for a few feet yesterday, until mom told me to let go of the leash. Well, Lavender STARTED it AND she deserved it.

Plus, I am WAY smarter than Lav, because I am the one that does all the tricks at the demos!!! All she does is LAY there...dumb girl. She does get a lot of attention though, but thats because she is little and sort of cute. Then people see me and tell me how handsome I am and that I look like a tiger...they forget all about stupid Lavender.

Can someone please tell my mom that I really dont want a full time sister??? sigh. its hard being a dog.

Cya round!

woof. woof.

Ollie

Ps. See...I have proof she is mean to me...steals my bones AND chews on me. She's bad!

I'm a what?

Mom says that I am an "Ambassador To the Breed". What does that mean, I wonder?

Its funny that when I am out at demo's with my mom, I usually get two responses when mom tells them my breed. I am very exotic looking as you can see, and not many people can guess what I am off the tops of their heads (though they usually act like the knew after mom tells them, silly humans).

This is a typical conversation that mom will have with a person:
Person: What kind of dog is he?
Mom: American Bull Dog/Pit Bull Mix
Person: Is he mean?
Mom: No, he is very friendly. It is all in how they are raised and handled, nothing to do with the breed.

I don't get it. Am I supposed to be mean? Am I supposed to bite people? Especially little children, because you should see how many parents snatch their kids away from me. When ever mom says that I am very sweet, I always look at her with wondering eyes. Why do you say that Mom? Are they scared of me?

I don't get why people are afraid of me. I am somewhat big...but I am a gentle giant...really, I am. Sometimes when people ask if I am friendly I bark to say "YES! Wanna play?"

Mom says that people have change their minds about the breed because of me. Is that what makes me an ambassador? Do I get to wear a special vest or anything? Maybe a hat. I like hats.

So next time you see a pit bull or rottweiler, don't run in fear. Ask their owners about them and be educated....no one likes racism, even dogs. Just because I wear a certain kind of coat does not make me inherently mean. I am a good dog and they may be too.

Well, I need a nap now...

Woof. Woof.
Ambassador Ollie

Ps. The picture of me is doing my ambassador duties at The Wisconsin State Fair.

My handsome face

My mom keeps telling me that I have an Aunt and Grandma in California. I havent met them yet and I hear that they want to see pictures of me. I just learned how to blog, now they want pictures???? Sheesh, people...I am only a dog!

This is of me lying on the couch. Auntie Tewi says that I lie in really funny ways. I dont know WHAT she is talking about, this is comfortable. Can't you tell???

Actually its all my moms fault that I am lying like this, because I was lying one her and she got up. Definately all her fault.


I actually love to have my picture taken and I think I am pretty darn good at it. I practice in front of the mirror when Mom isnt looking...plus I want to make sure that my good side is captured when I take pictures...though, I dont really have a BAD side. At least no one has complained yet.

The last one is of me when I was a little baby. I was only about 12 weeks old here. I get very cold...so mom bought me a sweater. Dad thought it was a little girly, but I dont think so. Aren't I just the handsomest????

Frisbee's

I love to chase and catch frisbee's but I am really hard on them. I went through 4 today alone, I dont think that made mom very happy. I dont know why, Frisbee's just keeping magically appearing no matter how many I destroy. She must pick them off a tree.

I will admit that I am tough on frisbee's. I dont think it is me, I think it is the frisbee's fault. I like to chew them a little bit and I like to shake the floppy ones (thats the BEST!). I cant help if that weakens them, someone just needs to make one "ollie proof". At least thats what mom says. I personally have fun destroying the frisbees.

My dad (moms boyfriend Jamie) is really really good at throwing the frisbee's for me and I can usually get pretty good air. Mom, on the other hand, needs frisbee throwing lessons. I still run after them, but dad throws them better. Sometimes he tries to fake me out, but I already what he is up too...I just play along.

Today I got to play with FOUR frisbees at once....that was the best. Except I left one out in the field and mom kept telling to me to get my frisbee...well, I would go for the one at her feet and she would tell me to leave it. WHAT??!??!?! You just told me to get the frisbee!!! Then I realized that she wanted me to run all the way out and get the one that I left in the field...so, I humored her and went and got it.

Ooh, Lavender was there too...she just runs in cirlces with a tennis ball in her mouth. Girls are stupid. Then there were some kids playing across the field from us and she decided to run over and investigate. Mom was calling her, but she wasnt listening. Lavender got almost to the kids and for some reason she got scared. She starting barking at them, then turned and ran back towards mom, but she was still looking back, barking and running. She ran straight into mom. I laughed at her (so did mom, but dont tell Lavender, I dont want to hurt her feelings). See....I told you, girls are stupid.

My paws are tired from typing...I will update more tomorrow.

Woof. Woof.
Ollie

I'm Just a Dog

Finally. My mom let me get my own blog. Actually, she doesn't know about it....but what she doesn't know wont hurt her right? She leaves the lap top out and on all day, so I figured that someone should use it. Though it is a bit of a trick to get in and out of my crate with out her knowing.

On Wednesday I got to go the state fair with my mom and my sister Lavender (Lavender is the black dog in the pictures with me, Mom says that she is my "foster" sister, but I don't know what that means). Mom said it was to raise money for the shelter that saved me and gave me to mom. I am not sure what money is, after all I am a dog. We raised over $300 at final count, is that a lot? Mom seemed happy about it.

I got pretty tired at the fair though, because I had to wear that jacket with the pockets and every time some one would put paper in my coat (mom says its money, but is money really made out of paper???? I think she's crazy) I had to take a bow and say "thank you" (really, I just barked...but my mom can "think" I was saying thank you all she wants, I wont tell her any different). Let me tell you by the end of the day, my back was getting tired.

The best part of the day was when Lavender and I got to play in the ring. The people watched us and laughed. Every time I would grab my sisters leash, people would laugh at me. I guess that think its funny that I am trying to strangle her too. Good thing, cause I don't want to get into trouble. I like to show off for people and I kept an eye on mom to make sure that she wasn't leaving me. Plus I had to baby-sit Lavender and that's a hard job...she kept trying to climb out of the ring, so Mom had to watch her for me. She just doesn't listen...she is a bad kid.

My mom kept telling the story about how I came to live with her....do you want to hear it too??? Okay, I will tell you.

I lived with this guy and my brothers and sisters. One day he took me and my sister (not Lavender, my real sister) for a walk. These really nice girls came up to him and gave him some paper ($50) and we both got to go home with the girls. I went to a different house than my sister, so I pretty scared. I was with these new people for about a week, then they took me to a really scary place with lots of barking dogs and really nice people (Elmbrook Humane Society). The head lady at the shelter (who I will come to know as Auntie Michelle) called who is now my mom and asked her if she could take me for a week, because I needed to grow up a little. For me, when I saw my Mom, it was love at first site. I knew that I would never leave her and I never have. She asks me when I am going home...doesn't she know I am already home? Can someone tell her that, because she isn't listening to me. Women...sheesh.

I have lots of stories to tell and because I just started blogging (though I am not quiet sure what blogging is??? Is that like barking???) I will have to think back and tell some stories from when I was a puppy.

Woof Woof.
Ollie