Lets see - that's not me in the photo in the green shirt. I'm taking the pic - got an old skanky pair of sweat pants & sweat shirt on that day. That's why little Olly was so attentive in my direction - I STUNK of country.
He got his name from one of my two great granddaughters. Kind of a sad story - sent them the pic I posted here and asked for their help in choosing a name. The older one understood and came up with the name Olly. The younger one thought her mom was getting the puppy for them and was upset to find out otherwise. They live in an apartment in Spokane and can't have a dog.
Fortunately, they all live in Spokane which is only 25 miles away. So I can frequently recruit them to exercise the puppy out here.