What Oli is really saying is ...
The water in the pot was boiling. I had the dried pasta in the measuring cup and the tomatoes and spinach all set the go. I pulled out a serving size of frozen meatballs. Dinner, all organized and neat, was all set to be cooked. And then Oli started "talking". Talking for Oli is a steady stream of mumbling and grumbling that vary in tones and inflections. It is sort of similar to a long, drawn out string of vowels being sung out. While it is comical to hear, my Saturday night meal was delayed because the interpretation of this chorus of vowels is: Take me outside. Now. That is not a request. So I flicked the stove burner to turn off, shut off the lights, pulled on my coat, clipped on Oli's leash and we headed out into the night. My patience was already at an all time low but then Oli wanted to sit in the middle of street, wanted to check out the storm drain to see if any wildlife decided to put in an appearance, wanted to lie down and observe the traffic whizz by. My i...
