Matter of fact, he is a you’ll-eat-whatever-dog-food-I-give-you-and-like-it kind of dog.
He doesn’t mind.
Ollie cracks me up. He stole my stuffed animal and packs it around the house. He steals my socks and hides them in his cage, but this isn’t a bad thing — it means that all the missing socks in my house now have a home and I don’t have to round them up myself. Kind of useful really. Ollie jumps at the word “go” and knows the name Rosco (his brother). He can sit, lay down, crawl and shake. And according to Grams, he can also scare off visiting teachers and the occasional mailman. He has many names, Oliver Twist being the official one, Ollie for short, and then Chaweenie, Jaws, Mutley, Hoover, Pumpa, Dog, Hey You and GET OUT OF THAT GARBAGE.
There are times when I’ve had a long day (for example yesterday, going to work and then back to college for the first time in two weeks) when all I want to do when I get home is crash on the couch and not bother to turn the lights on, when just ignoring everything for even twenty minutes sounds divine. I’ll drag my feet up those steps to Grams’ and knock on the door to pick up Ollie, and he will come bounding out the door and jump on me, and the energy level and excitement from that little dog is enough to keep me going for the night. It’s nice to have something so happy to come home to.
YES. THE TITLE IS A WARNING. A warning that the following repetitive clip has the potential to be more annoying than the videos of me singing. Ever wondered what the who the heck is that girl famous AubreyMo does with her spare time?
I corner Ollie with the video camera of course.
And I switch from third to first person at random. Sorry about that.
When my Aunt gave me Ollie, we were told he can howl on command. Turns out he talks too.
I always wonder if he really loves me, or if he just loves it when I shut up.
Food.
He loves food and snuggles.
And my parents. That about sums it up.
Want to know what I love? (Besides Ollie). I love YOU my dear readers. I had a record traffic day yesterday and it’s days like that that make my heart soar and give me the motivation to keep it coming with the sarcasm and all the lame jokes.
Any funny posts you want to see? Any pets you can’t get enough of? Any tricks you want me to learn and blog about? Let me know in the comment box.
EVER HEARD THE SAYING “THERE IS NO PHYSCHIATRIST IN THE WORLD LIKE A PUPPY LICKING YOUR FACE” from Ben Williams?
And the one that goes something like, “you can’t teach an old dog new tricks?” It seems my dog has given up his habit of being camera shy in pursuit of more worthy endeavors.
Hey Ollie, look at the camera. . .
That’s it. Good boy! Almost there, hold that pose. . .hold it. . .
How did I know that was going to happen?
“In order to really enjoy a dog, one doesn’t merely try to train him to be semi human. The point of it is to open oneself to the possibility of becoming partly a dog.” ~Edward Hoagland
So I guess I need to learn to enjoy letting a dog lick my face. Or more specifically my boogers.
HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT ROSCO? I don’t think I have. Ok time to recap. Ollie’s full brother is Rosco, who owns my mom – I mean, wait yea that’s about right.
We had the two brothers meet for the first time last Sunday, and it’s funny to see the differences in character and appearance. Where Ollie is long, Rosco is little, Ollie’s nose is black with brown eyes, Rosco’s nose is pink with eyes the same color as his fur. After a year apart, we wondered if they’d remember each other (that’s a lot to hope for, considering dogs have the memory span of a goldfish). At first we wondered if it’d get tense:
We shouldn’t have worried. Video taken just five seconds later:
Notice the strange army crawl my dog does, and be jealous. No, you can’t have him. After they’d worn themselves out, they both curled up with their masters, Mom and Grams.
