Ollie, Ollie, Daschund Free!

Or Mutley Jaws Hoover as The Boyfriend calls him (Mutley just made a great nickname, Jaws is for his teeth, and Hoover was awarded to him after he found a who knows how old piece of cereal hidden under the couch).

He is a year old chihuahua/daschund mix. . .or Chiweenie for short.  I’ve been wanting a dog for as long as I can remember, and my mom and aunt Maureen finally made it happen. Maureen, thank you for calling Grams and convincing her that your dog would be good for me. I think she loves him just as much as I do.

Highlights of Doginess:

He puked in my hands on the way home (I call this the initiation to dog ownership. Ashley had to pull over so I could chuck the handfuls of chunk out the door. Sorry to whoever might’ve seen me littering baby wipes).

He howls for me when I get home

He is fixed, updated on shots, trained to walk on a leash and has excellent table manners

Might I add…He knows how to beg when you ask.

It only took him one day to perfect the art of Sit.

Words cannot describe the meeting between Ollie and Grams. For as shy as he was with the rest of us, he took right to her and loves her to pieces.  If she gets up, he gets up, if she sits he sits. . .he’s been a dream come true and I couldn’t ask for a better companion for the both of us. A million thanks to my aunt and uncle, I love him completely and I appreciate the sacrifice you made to give me a piece of your heart.