Ollie was the biggest dacshund in his litter. At his first vet visit, he weighed a whopping 1.8 pounds. At yesterday’s vet visit, he weighed 13 pounds. We’re going to have to exchange his leash for some english saddles if this keeps up.

Actually, the vet said he’s at a perfect weight. You can feel his ribs with gentle pressure, and his coat is soft and shiney, meaning he’s getting the right amount of right food.

At Ollie’s vet visit, the technician drew blood for a heartwork test and bandaged up Ollie’s leg. Even though he wasn’t in pain, I almost had to call movers New York to get Ollie out to the car because he would not walk with the bandage on. He just stood there with his paw dangling in the air, pulling at my heartstrings, so I carried him to the car and took him to McDonald’s for an Egg McMuffin.

Ollie is off to the vet this morning. No worries, he doesn’t need a portable oxygen concentrator, just his yearly shots and check-up so he’s ready for his next stay at the Doggy Hotel.

He’s normally pretty calm on his trips to the vet, but he’s visiting a new vet this year so he’s sure to pee on the exam table and bark at the receptionist.

There are lots of things I would rather be doing today instead of working, but the top two are booking European cruises and watching television in bed with Oliver. Sadly, neither are going to happen this week, but Monday is a holiday so there is hope!

If they gave out trophies for being lazy, I think Ollie would have an entire mantel full. As soon as the sun starts to peak through the blinds in the morning, he moves from the bed to the floor to soak up the rays. Now that fall is coming, the sun shifts from the dining room window to the living room window mid-day, and Ollie follows it through the house so he doesn’t miss a minute of sun.