I agreed to puppysit for CC's swim coach for a weekend. Her Golden Retriever, Oliver, is 6 months old and cute as a button. He comes to swim practice quite often, and the kids love him. CC was so proud that she got to take him home.
He certainly made him self right at home. The kids were thrilled that he would jump up on the couch with them and cuddle (two things Amber won't do!). And several times MJ and I went upstairs to find him stretched out on our bed.
Amber was pretty good with him, but after the first few days, Ollie started getting aggressive with Amber. He'd curl his lip, snarl, and lunge at her! We had to supervise them every second, or put Ollie in his crate.
The "weekend" I agreed to turned into a full week, and MJ and I were happy to say good-bye to Ollie at the end of it. He's a cutie, but he reminded me why we didn't get a puppy after Rory died!
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