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.
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.
I’VE BEEN KEEPING A SECRET THIS WEEK. Or at least, I haven’t shared the story of something that has happened that is very near and dear to me.
The AubreyMo house now has a new family member. Meet Ollie.
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.
