So Ollie got the chop yesterday.

He also had a litany of problems attended to (yeast infection in his ears, UTI, and anal sac issues....the last one you really wanted to know didn't you).....

He's feeling rather sore and sorry for himself today. A lot of mopey face and looking as "poor little boy" as possible.

Last night he decided he'd had enough of having to sleep downstairs in the puppy pen alone...so he somehow slid out from underneath it (we're still trying to figure that out, and have a fear that he may be an escape artist)....which woke everyone up.

So D, bless him, went downstairs with the entire gang...I woke this morning to find all four of them sprawled out on the sleepaway couch....with Ollie wedged firmly under D's arm with his nose wedged in D's armpit. Silly Ollie.

Actually, he get's calle "Good Boy Ollie" quite a bit. He likes being called a good boy. It makes him waggly when you say "good boy."

He's finanlly eating, albeit begrudgingly. He's not dumb, he holds out for the goodstuff (ie. boiled chicken and broth)....

Oh, he was quite put out at me when I got him from the vet's yesterday. Turned his back and everything. He also did not want to ride in his crate on the way home....so I let him sit in the front passenger seat (shh, don't tell D)...and he insisted I pat him and call him a good boy all the way home.