Olaf was adopted through the Pointer Rescue Organization. He was a stray in Santa Barbara with an unknown history. He was named by the rescue, and I decided to keep the name as he looked like an Olaf.
Olaf had quite the personality. He was extremely intelligent and always scheming to steal food, which he was often successful at. I’m not a hunter, but I loved taking him to open spaces and watching him sprint through the tall grass and point when he was onto something.
I nicknamed him Dennis the Menace, as he was always up to mischief, which included harassing his younger brother.
As his dad, I am very biased, but he was incredibly handsome, dapper, and regal. I loved showing him off in public. He was an eye-catcher, and he knew it, too—very confident and sociable. One of our favorite activities was going to The Home Depot. He knew where all the employees who gave out treats worked and relished getting their attention and pets.
What I loved most of all was his affection. Olaf was a professional snuggler, and you could feel his love exude; the bond we had was indescribable. I loved spooning him, my arm rubbing his chest and my face nuzzling his extremely soft neck fur. I couldn’t get enough of him! Our day ended with him on my chest or in my lap, all curled up while we watched TV and I petted his velvety ears.
The loss of Olaf is crushing. He was my everything. He was MY boy. The heartache is real, and I wish I had a lifetime with him. Olaf, I miss you, my sweet boy. Love you forever.
