Ollie might be packing up his bones and bowls soon, because we talked to some mortgage lenders and got pre-approved for a home loan this week!

Of course, we’re looking for homes with a fenced in yard and nice sidewalks to take our evening stroll, so it’s really an upgrade for all of us. There also might be a friend in it for Ollie if we find a house large enough with a comfortable lawn.

Ollie doesn’t have the necessary umm…equipment to get a girlfriend, although he does have fabulous skin thanks to top rated acne products, but it is funny to see him run around in his t-shirt that says “Chases Tail.”

Thanks, Target Dollar Spot!

Ollie needs to do some serious reasearch on the topic of personal space, maybe read a few books, because he was all up in mine this morning.

Although, it’s mostly my fault, since I let him lay on my chest and nuzzle under my chin as I watch the Sunday Morning News. It’s our weekend ritual!

Should I be worried that an unneutered, and seemingly aggressive, rotweiler wearing a choke chain moved in next door or should I be worried that the dog is owned by a very small woman that has to hold on to the leash with two hands when attempting to control the dog? Either way, I wish she would look for jobs in San Francisco and not in my neighborhood. Scary!

Not to blow my cover, but I had to send an anonymous email to our apartment management today concerning the new pet-owning residence in our community that don’t deem it necessary to properly dispose of their furry friend’s waste. Industrial steam cleaners couldn’t begin to tackle the mess in the front lawn.

Maybe it’s because I started my pet-ownership while living downtown, but it’s common courtesy to pick up after your dog. I don’t know what is worse; people knowing they should clean up after their pets and choosing to ignore the rules, or being completely oblivious.