Oliver
I don’t think I’ve met a more happier dog. He’s always smiling. Such a huge personality and such a weird, weird animal. Even if he doesn’t listen to his mom and “respects” his dad more (according to CH), he’s still my little ray of sunshine. Little squeaky wookie-sounding ray of sunshine. He loves helping me with my laundry… and has a strange fascination with dirty underwear. He goes crazy for that stuff. So if you’re ever visiting, try to keep those hidden unless you don’t mind his perverse habits and holes in your undies. He’s a hopper, not a jumper. It’s funny. He doesn’t really bite, just puts your hand affectionately in his mouth. He licks everything–walls, sheets, floors, hands. He squeaks when he’s bored or needs to go out. He’s fairly laid back until his cousin Becca comes around or has other doggies to play with, such as the pits (looooves Capone!). Oh, sometimes in the morning he will talk. He did it more when we lived with my sister and her Becca. Whenever Becca needed out, Oliver would be sure to let everyone know that his cousin needs to pee in his little wookie voice. Seriously. He loves shower water. And he can’t see very well because of his little terrier bangs in his eyes. He’s so great!
I love Oliver.
