TUESDAYS WITH OLLIE

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by Christianne Tisdale

I went on the hands-down best first date ever last night. Really. Quiet yet a romp. Intimate yet out there.

He�s a blonde. Husky. Really cute. Not quite as smart as I usually go for (gee, I hope he doesn�t read this), but where has that ever gotten me and I�m probably smart enough for both of us.

Great grin. Gazes at me as if the world begins and ends with La Tiz. Comfortable in the kitchen. Tea-totaler. Even without the alcohol we had fun and games and general revelry. Anyone who'll play ball with me inside at midnight (and by ball I DO mean ball) gets treated tres bone.

He didn�t check his texts or voice messages once. Not once.

He�s a little younger than I am. (Not sure whether I�m a milf or a cougar. Not sure he cares.) He�s a career man�a recent change but he�s moving up the corporate ladder expeditiously. His immediate superior better watch his tail. I really dig anyone who takes chances mid-life.

And he protected me from a few real dogs. Bless.

Bitch that I am�there was an overnight. No real fooling around but lots and lots of kisses, a little pawing (I have a few scratches) and hand-holding.


And he has the best bed-head EVAH


Ollie�Annie stunt Sandy. He�s a rescue dog. As we know I specialize in lost boys�just call me Wendy.

And as usual, in the morning, I�m left with shit in hand.

On the other hand, nothing tops kibble kisses.

A DAY IN OLLIE-WOOD

 

Woof.

 

So Brian my boss sent me home with this milf-bone the other night�I mean, really? Lucky dog, right?

 

Her doghouse? Bitchin. A bathtub to jump in (first adventure), a couch to vault (second adventure), a bed to bounce (third adventure) and a couch cushion to dry hump (fourth adventure). She kinda yelled at me for that one�something like, �blah blah blahBLAH blah blah.� I don�t know�it didn�t sound friendly. Somebody should muzzle her.

I think she thinks she's smarter than me.

Fed me. Gave me a ball (and by ball I DO mean ball).

 

Slept with her...first date...I AM the one and only, original, ALPHA MALE...gettin' a little tail on the first date. She was so grateful she gave me the air-conditioned side of the bed�thought that was howlin. She tasted like a giant salt-lick so I kissed her a lot. And in the morning her breath was ARFUL�I soooooooo DIG that.

 

It was all fun and games �til the peanut butter came out�

As I always rebark, �A little dog�ll do ya!�