This is Ole (Oh-Lee). He was named after Olaf, the snowman in the Disney movie Frozen. I wanted to name him Blanco, but was outvoted….by my granddaughters…I never stood a chance. Ten years ago, my wife’s consulting job required a fair amount of travel and she was worried about me being at home by myself. Our three kids were all out of college and lived out of town. So, she decided we needed a dog. Specifically, I needed a dog for companionship when she was away. I told her I was fine and didn’t need a dog, but she was undeterred….as wives can be. Within a week, she goes to a Poodle rescue shelter and brings home Ole. Don’t let the “Poodle”in Ole or his unassuming appearance fool you. Ole is fast as shit. He catches squirrels. He doesn’t hurt them. He just wants to play with ‘em and, over time, the squirrels at the Stafford Estate have come to understand that it’s just a game for Ole, so the squirrels play along. In fact, the squirrels will lie spread eagle on the sidewalk outside the kitchen window waiting for Ole to see them, so he’ll come outside to play. Over the past several years, my wife has been out of state up to a month at a time to take care of her ailing parents. I don’t know what I’d do without Ole.