Crups?! Crups! CRUPS! Olly jumped up from where he was sitting on the ground at the first sign of the crups. He was so excited! He loved crups. And this was a perfect time for a lesson on crup care, considering he had just adopted one and wanted to give him the best care possibly. He could barely contain his excitement but somehow managed to get into line and walk toward the pen without exploding. He beamed at the professor when he was handed a crup.

"I have a crup!" He declared. "I just adopted him!" Well it had been a couple of months ago now, right at the end of summer. But since he had been at school he hadn't been able to see him much. He couldn't until Christmas. He liked that there were all these crups for him to see and play with and love. He snuggled the one he had been handed and went to go find them a spot on the grass to sit.

"Hello buddy," he crooned. "You're so cute, what's your name?" He looked at the tag on the collar. "Well hello Henry. I'm going to take good care of you today." He wished he had some sort of toy so the crup could play. He looked eager to do something, but Olly didn't carry dog toys around with him. That would be weird.