Hey, gang, it's Ollie! This photo was most likely taken within ten minutes of him being put in the crate before going to his new home. I cropped it, but it was clearly taken in my dad's truck, so I think they hadn't even left the parking lot of wherever Dad got him. I'm guessing he's eight weeks old.
And nestled down in his doggie bed:
He was almost called Otis at my nephew's suggestion, and then I said I almost named a prior kitty Otis (true), but then he didn't act like the drunk from Andy Griffith (also true), and then Dad said it would be as in Milo & Otis. Whoops. But instead: Ollie! Which is funny because Dad gave me a stuffed (plush) armadillo when I was in the eighth grade that I named Ollie.
ETA: I happen to have a photo of Oscar, a stuffed black lab pup named Jack Straw from Wichita (yes, that's his full name) and my Ollie, hanging out on top of the bookcases: