I would like to introduce you to one of my favorite fuzzy creatures on this earth. His name is Oliver. He will
respond to “Olive” or just “O” if you say it nice enough. [He likes to know that there will be treats involved]
My little Olive likes to play with straws [leave one unattended and you are in for some trouble] and laser pointers mostly. He gobbles up attention of any kind. He will follow you from room to room and twine in between your legs if you stand in one place too long.
Don’t close the bathroom door too fast because he will dart in before you know it, and his tail is last to follow. He will perch on the counter and watch you brush your teeth; don’t mind him if he sits on your lap while you’re on the toilet, he really just wants some behind the ear scratches.
I love him to pieces and I hope you do too.
Look out for more pictures of my little Olive.
The summer heat is bearable in the northern California valley where I used to call home.The triple digit degrees are refreshing when you have an air conditioned house to come back to at the end of the day.
The summer heat in Oregon is miserable. (Definitely not what I thought it would be before I moved here) The stifling heat seems to cling wherever you go. There are no cool houses to come home to, there are no air conditioners in Oregon. (and all I want is an air conditioner)
The heat, like the tide, rises and falls. (oh, how I wish I could feel the cool ocean breezes.)
The heat will bear down with no relief in sight. Then the next week it will be gone, the perfect summer day. The ever changing weather always leaves us guessing.
Gone are the slacks and buttons of the winter months. Visiting for a limited time only are the casual summer khakis. Yes, even in the office. Say goodbye to casual Friday and hello to casual every day.