Ollie is one big tough guy for a pup born to an 8 lb. mother and 11 lb. father...he must weigh 25 lbs. at least. Oh, where to begin with Ollie's latest escapades. He ate another pair of reading glasses yesterday (his dad left them on a ch...air instead of suspending them from the ceiling which is the only place safe from this scamp). He's eaten holes in two lovely and expensive quilts, the top sheet of a new set of sheets, the bed spread, and Scott is down to six pairs of socks because he has a bad habit of dropping them wherever he takes them off forgetting Ollie loves to eat the toes, and he's learned a new trick when we're eating in the family room -- he jumps, grabs something off our tray, and dashes for cover before we even realize what has happened. Someone (?) thinks this is hysterical and laughs at him while I struggle to teach this scamp some manners. All I can say is it is a good thing Ollie is a dog and not a child because he'd be smoking pot next. Oh my golly Ollie when are you going to cut your mom a break?
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