With Oli Anything Can Happen
Oli and the socks that immortalize his breed. When you have Oli as a friend and roommate, anything can happen. Take last night. I'm lying in bed, feeling warm and snug when my almost three-year-old shaggy, white furred cotton-de-telour decided to start puttering around, showing all the signs that he needed a bathroom break. So I get up and see that my iPad reports that is 4 a.m. I sleep-walk to my hall closet to stuff my feet into my rubber boots and my arms into my winter jacket and clip on Oli's leash. I throw open the front door to hear the nocturnal cries of coyotes filling the air. Oli and I stand frozen in place, both of us puzzling over the dilemma facing us. Do we go out into the night and face whatever predator is lurking out there or do we forget the whole thing and just go back to bed and see what the consequences are? The coyote cries stop so we venture into the silent and dark neighborhood. I was hoping Oli would just do his business around the house's perimet...
