Oli: The superstar
No autographs, please! No autographs! When I worked as a reporter for the The Mountain Mail 20 years ago, I covered a talk given by a wolf sanctuary at the high school auditorium. The real peak of the evening was when they walked one of the wolves in the sanctuary's care into the auditorium. Like I said, it has been 20 years but I still remember the collective, synchronized, ahhhhhs, that filled the auditorium when that gorgeous, white, giant wolf strutted down the aisle as if it was a supermodel or a celebrity. Of course it was both those things. That beautiful creature was born for the spotlight; when I took the photo for the paper, it looked like it was giving me its best supermodel smile. I was reminded of that celebrity wolf tonight as I walked my dog, Oli, and group of young children rushed to say hello to him. They galloped over to see Oli and my little, shaggy furred canine, who is usually a real scamp, slipped into his best behavior. He laid on his tummy while they petted...
