APRIL 29, 2022
Brook and Beck’s siblings, Olive and Capers, have been squatting here, in every way, as they prepare to find their homes.
Ellen thinks no puppy’s lick mat should go unfinished, but she accidentally broke the rules and let herself into the playpen instead of waiting for me to take it down and give her the okay.
How embarrassing to be trapped at the scene of the crime!
MAY 1, 2022
Wanna know what makes me happier than a dog on a walk?
Getting pictures like these on adoption day!
Olive was delayed in foster with a UTI, so instead of going up for adoption with the other pickles, she stayed back and continued her medicine. She also attended my dad’s chemo graduation party because I low key thought he might want to adopt her, so I took her little bed and all her cutest toys and went for gold. 
There was a reason! On the way to chemo one week, Dad told me that when he was young he used to take in the puppies rejected for hunting dogs before they were killed. He trained these underdogs to run deer and each dog had its own alert which told the pack what they were doing. One special runt named Olive Oil alerted with a high pitched whistle Dad found endearing but which his peers didn’t hear. To the untrained ear the woods were silent, and my dad blew their minds when he’d say, “you hear that whistle? That’s Olive Oil; she’s got one!” He remembered her with great fondness and a soft heart.
Although Dad was eaten up by my Olive’s overly sweet and dainty nature, and even intrigued by the likeness to his former pack member, he made no mention of adopting her as I thought he might…but someone else did!
The connection was so natural, I actually missed it when my friends walked on the porch and realized little Olive was destined for their pack. It was obvious to them, who had been “looking for a beagle” that THIS was their beagle-ish dog! Neither of them had to convince the other. They knew, even if I didn’t.
This morning I am elated that my precious little Olive landed in their special vibe, and that she resides with human souls as genuine and pure as her own. Our little girl formalized her furever address yesterday, moved in her dragon and unicorn, and was swallowed, at once, into the love of her new pack.
Olive is home!
