Short posting this time.
Olive was born on a wool farm in Maine on August 1, 2011. To
celebrate her birthday, we went for dinner at “Lucky Lou’s” restaurant in the
nearby town of Wethersfield, CT. As I mentioned in the last post, the restaurant
welcomes dogs in their outdoor dining area and even has a special menu for
dogs. My sister and cousin Donna joined us.
It was a hot afternoon, with temperatures in the 90s, but we
found a table in the shade. We humans all had light salad-based suppers, while
I ordered Olive grilled chicken with a side of carrots and celery. Olive
enjoyed the chicken, but when I tried to get her to eat some of the vegetables,
she actually spit out the carrot and celery. I could almost hear her thinking “the
heck with this—I want some more of that delicious chicken!” She barked up a
storm, which must have annoyed some of the other patrons, but was otherwise
well behaved. I took her for very short walks from our table to try to get her
to stop barking, to no avail.
We were also visited by a number of yellowjackets. I had to
wonder if we were somewhere near a nest, though Olive didn’t seem to be
bothered. Because of the heat, we decided to skip dessert and get back into our
air-conditioned cars
I think that Olive did enjoy the outing, but I will not be
taking her to Lucky Lou’s again at least for another year.
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| My cousin and sister help celebrate Olive's birthday. Olive is more interested in her chicken dinner. |
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Here are a few bits of dog humor that I have collected since the last posting:
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| No surprise here! |
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| That last one is definitely Olive. |
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| Any dog person knows this. |
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| No explanation needed. |
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| Why, go to work with her, of course! |
