The Chronicles of Oliver Riddick

Oliver LOVES this old whiffle ball of Jacob's that he found in the backyard a couple of months ago. He also loves the two old tennis balls he found under the deck. We don't play tennis, so I'm not sure where the balls even came from.  For all I know, Jimmy Hoffa might be hidden under the deck. And while I'm glad he found them, now Jay will have to repair the deck.  ::::sigh::::  The thing is, Ollie wants to carry all THREE balls in his mouth at the same time.  He hasn't quite figured out that only 2 are going to fit in there.  Here he is with the whiffle ball. 

See?  There is room for at least 2 balls in his mouth.  Did I mention that he takes this ball in his mouth outside to do his "business"?  We call it his Bathroom Buddy.  Every Golden needs one! 
Since he can't carry all the balls in his mouth, he will bat the other two around with his bad leg, like he's playing soccer. 

Sometimes, a tired puppy just needs to take a nap with his whiffle ball.

If you look really closely, you can see Maggie sharing the blanket with Ollie at bedtime.  She's way in the corner on the left...she thinks no one will see her there.  She has her image to keep up, you know. ;)

Sweet dreams, my furbabies!!

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Chronicles of Oliver Riddick

Sunday was a gorgeous day to be outside, and Ollie took full advantage of it!  After a busy day chasing balls, chewing sticks and following Jay around the yard, he was ready to settle down that evening.  So he curled up with Jacob on the couch....

Did I say he was busy?  I meant to say he was B.U.S.Y!!!!!!   He was exhausted!

Poor baby can't even hold his head up!

Ollie's misfortune with his leg became OUR blessing.  We are all crazy about this boy!  Even Maggie, although she will NOT admit it. 

Maggie didn't want me to see her laying down with Ollie on their blankets, so she ran to the gate when she saw me.  Don't believe her for a second, she was comfortable with him!

I think he looks pretty happy and content.....

Don't you?
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The Chronicles of Oliver Riddick

Oliver loves, and I mean LOVES to be outside!  His favorite place in the yard is in front of the swing, underneath the shade tree in the backyard.  I have caught him sitting IN the swing, swinging.

                                                Yes, he can swing it by himself. True Story.

Yesterday, though, I discovered that Ollie is somewhat of a hoarder.  He has gathered all these things in his spot near the swing.  A dog never knows when he might want to chew on a stick.  Or cardboard. Or a toy. I don't think there is therapy for Golden Retrievers who hoard?  Or was he retrieving all these things???  I also didn't know he drank Coca Cola.  Which would explain a LOT.
                                

The upside to Ollie loving the outdoors is, it calms him down.  After the initial "I-must-run-around-the-couch-a-bunch-of-times-" energy outburst when he comes back inside, he settles down quite nicely.  Last night, he grabbed Maggie's blankie and crashed on the couch.  Maggie was not amused.  That's HER spot.

                                      

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Ball

Today, Oliver found the king of balls!      

Fun only lasted 2 minutes and then he bit it. No

more ball. 

Oliver

Meet Oliver Riddick.  He was born on July 18 and shares his birthday with Vin Diesel...hence his middle name Riddick.  He came into our lives in September and our house hasn't been the same!!!  He is a whirlwind, to say the least, and cracks me up on a daily basis. 

Oliver, or Ollie, as a baby. Isn't he a cutie!?

He LOVES to run and play with Maggie.

But Maggie doesn't really like it.  She's still not sure how she feels about him.  I fully expect her to pack her things and run away from home. She has perfected the "how could you" look.

Sometimes, she will let him share my lap with her. SOMEtimes.

He was neutered last week (we are good pet parents!) and drinking out of a bowl is hard for him with the cone on.  So he learned to drink from a Solo cup.  It just happened to be red when this happened, so now that song is always stuck in my head.  You know the one...Red Solo cup, I drink you up....

Here is my surgery buddy enjoying some rest time with me and his cow toy.

Ollie's mom stepped on his paw and broke it when he was a few days old, so one leg is bent and twisted.  Doesn't slow him down at all and we love him all the more for it!  Sometimes, though, I'm not sure she didn't step on his head, too.  He's six months old now, super smart and super stubborn.  The journey with this guy should be a blast!!!