Introducing Olive

Here is the story of how I got my cute, angry pomeranian.

My family told me I was going to get an early Easter present. So we hopped in the car and drove for about twenty minutes until we got to a farm-looking house. Before my family and I had a chance to knock on the door, it swung open revealing a middle-aged woman. She led us into a dim-lighted room. And in came Olive, wobbling into the room. She looked at dad and I and ran straight to us.

After a day or two, Olive never left my side. She sits at the window until I come back from School of Rock (see ‘rocking out’) or regular school. When I fall, Olive comes rushing to me. I love my Olive and I know she loves me back.