Ollie is thirteen today. He came to live with us in August of 1996. Now, normally I don't make much of a deal about a dog's birthday since they don't really care. But this time I feel a little different because we're growing older together.
Ollie is one dog that seems as cute today as he was when he was a mere pup. Always curious, up for anything, and living large. Now he's a bit slower, can't hear very well, doesn't carry two tennis balls as often, and doesn't race through the house at breakneck speed. He's just content with life and enjoys his days with us. He still looks forward to a walk and works very hard to get one. When asked his name, I've taken more to telling folks it's Oliver because it sounds more distinguished for a boy of his age.
Happy Birthday, Ollie. To you, your special day will mean as much to you as all the other days of your life. You have everything you need in your family, a tennis ball, and maybe something to eat. Life is good.
2 comments:
Ahhh, sweet pup. A special place in my heart for wonderful, block-headed labs. Hope all is well in LJ. Heard the fam is coming soon- I am sure that will be splendid. Hope to see you all soon!
-mer
happy birthday ollie, indeed.
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