Olive is fully recuperated from her oral surgery last April.
For a while, even after she seemed to be fully healed, rough play with a tennis
ball, would result in some bleeding in her gums; fortunately, that has not
happened in at least a month.
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In early May I took Olive with me to visit an elderly relative
near Albany NY at a senior housing complex. Although dogs are not allowed into
the clubhouse, the complex was somewhat dog friendly and even had a fenced in
dog play area.
My mom’s cousin Dora was delighted with Olive, made a nice
lunch, and joined Olive and myself at the dog play area. Dora lives on the third
floor, so that Olive and I had to take an elevator up to visit. Olive didn’t quite
know what to make of the elevator ride, but she survived.
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| Olive playing with my mom's cousin Dora |
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I gave some serious consideration to buying a small summer
getaway condominium apartment in the town of Boothbay Harbor, Maine. Olive and
I went up to look at it in late May. I was pleased that Olive had no trouble
getting up the stairs to the second-floor unit. Although I loved the unit and
the town of Boothbay, a lively summer town (I understand that it was the model
for Cabot’s Cove, Jessica Fletcher’s home town in the popular television mystery
series “Murder She Wrote”), I decided that this was not the right time to make
such a purchase.
We stayed with my good friend Laurie who came with us to
look over the unit. I had purchased a small dog bed to use as a travel bed and two
inexpensive plastic bowls for food and water. Olive adapted to the temporary
situation well, staying in the closed guest room while Laurie, a few other
friends, and I attended a contradance in a nearby town. There was one mishap:
when we got home from the dance I discovered a puddle of pee on the linoleum
floor. Fortunately, Laurie took it in stride; I cleaned up and there were no
further problems.
We were not too far from Meadowcroft Farms, where Olive was
born. We went there after viewing the unit in Boothbay Harbor where Olive had a
play date with her new “sister in law” Selkie. Since Olive’s mother is too old
to have any more litters and her father died more than a year ago, Selkie will
be the new breeding dog while Olive’s brother Gillie will be the new sire.
Olive and Selkie seemed to get along well; it was a good afternoon. I regret
that I did not take a video or photo of Olive and Selkie playing together.
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| Olive at Nanne's Farm |
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Olive adores and is adored by the neighborhood toddlers here
at home. One parent took this photo of Olive leaping to catch a tennis ball. The showoff!
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| She's Airborn! |
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On June 3 Olive and I both helped staff a booth at an art show in Manchester CT. The booth served a dual purpose of selling railroad photos as part of our "Whales to Rails" project and to disseminate information about the Cetacean Society International. It seems that Olive is getting to be something of an unofficial CSI mascot.
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| Olive does her part to help whales |
