We're living with an adolescent girl.

And her name is Olive.

There are some stereotypes about the adolescent set: they're argumentative, they're trying to be independent but they don't always succeed, they don't always make the right choices and the police might sometimes need to be called... you know, crazy kids and all that.

That's our Olive. First of all, party animal. I mean, she's TP-d our house a few times already. (We're okay with the fact that she doesn't understand that you usually TP other peoples' houses. Don't tell her that when you see her.) But she can unroll that toilet paper at lightning-speed. Here's the scene under our bed. She also partakes in the occasional "foam party" if you will, with our fantastic "box springs" mattress.


As for calling the police? Yep. We were taking an afternoon walk yesterday and a neighbor down the street told us that there was quite the commotion at our house one night last week. I guess some kids heard an awful screaming sound and they were certain that someone was being beaten in our house. Their parents decided to call the police, who came out to investigate. Now, first of all, mad props to people who call the police instead of ignoring this situation. But it turns out it was just a sad, lonely Olive. The incident should be avoided in the future as I won't have such long days away anymore with summer almost here. However, it did inspire me to look into some doggie daycare options for when we can't be home for extended periods of time. After all, Olive's a social girl.


Social... and a little bit afriad of even the smallest puffball puppy at the dog park last week. Hey, social acceptance is stressful for teenage girls.