Hello, hello! It’s been about FOUR months since I last blogged. If any of you thought I quit, I apologize. I didn’t! For those that don’t know, I am in my last year as an undergrad journalism student at Arizona State University and Barrett, the Honors College. This past semester was the culmination of my honors thesis project that I’ve been working on since last January. Yep, almost a whole year dedicated to that bad boy. I’ll talk more about it in another post, but long story short: I created a digital magazine called Contentment. I’d love for you to check it out, and give me feedback on what you love or don’t love. But again, I’ll dedicate a whole post to that project later.
What I want to get to is Spencer and my’s newest addition to the family: Oliver the Rescue! Ollie for short. Ollie is a five-month-old Chihuahua-Terrier mix.
Spencer and I had talked about getting a dog for a year and a half before we finally decided to go for it. We knew we wanted to adopt a rescue, so on Black Friday we went about our search. We went to five different rescue locations before we found Ollie. After not finding the right match at the third rescue, Spencer and I thought it wasn’t going to happen. But we kept looking, and just as we were about to go home dogless, my mom called.
She said the PetSmart by Desert Ridge was having an adoption event outside. We ZOOMED over because there were only about 30 minutes left. I went to Ollie right away. He was curled up in a stance Spencer and I now call his “cinnamon roll” position, and he was wearing a turquoise and lime green shirt that said “stud.” He was calm and quiet, even when the other dogs were barking. As soon as I held him, his foster mom came up and said he liked me. “I think you found your furever home, Ollie!” she said.
We had planned to name our dog Steve for a boy or Stevie for a girl, but he already knew Ollie, and we thought it was super cute. Even though Spencer and I had talked about it for a year and a half, I was still very nervous. We walked with him around PetSmart for a few minutes to think about it. Spencer felt confident about Ollie, and after a few minutes, I did too.
I was shaky signing the adoption papers. It was kind of a surreal moment! I know that sounds silly because it’s just a dog. It’s not like it’s a baby human. But dogs are a big responsibility, and it was my name on that paper!
His foster family got a little teary eyed saying goodbye. Ollie and his two brothers were adopted that day too, and I think that was a bit of a surprise. I felt bad making them say goodbye to the sweet pups, but I found comfort knowing they’d soon be watching over new dogs.
Anyway, by the time this posts it will be day 12 with Ollie. He’s had a great life already! He’s gone to the dog park every. single. day. The first day, he was a scaredy cat and hid behind my legs like a shy child. But now he’s pretty much used to it. He’ll chase after dogs when they aren’t expecting it, and he cuddles up to random human strangers. He doesn’t bark, which is nice, but he’s still young so that could change. He has three or four different ear positions, but my favorite is when they’re bent backward and he turns on his puppy dog eyes. So cute!
He’s DEATHLY afraid of our apartment elevator, but Spencer and I are working on it. It’s pretty hilarious. He freezes up when we walk down that hall, and we pretty much have to drag him or pick him up to get him to move.
There’s a lot more I’d like to share about Ollie, so I’m going to dedicate a little section of Dash of Daisy to him. I’ll call it, “The Good Boy,” category. I’ll talk about funny things he does, toys he likes, the food we trust to give him and anything else that comes to mind!
Until then… Merry almost Christmas and happy holidays!