Oliver the Puppy

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I decided to post about Oliver today.  He seems to take up most of my thoughts and even more of my time.  Write what you know, right?

Sometimes I feel like that crazy person who’s like, “Oh let me just show you a picture of my kid/grandkid/whatever” and whips out his wallet and the string of 50 pictures in that little plastic band falls out.  I could show people pictures of Oliver all day long.  And sometimes I try to. :)

Truth be told, these pictures are actually a few weeks old. I don’t know where the time goes, but it seems like I barely have a second to think about what I’m doing.  Like the fact that I probably should be documenting more of Oliver’s numbered puppy days.  (Little puppy days anyway).  He has been such fun lately. It seems like when we hit the 8 week mark, some switch flipped inside his head and he started understanding things.  Perhaps this is why most people don’t get puppies until 8 weeks?! Either way it has made the last couple of weeks seem heavenly compared to the first few weeks.

Of course, having an “older” puppy comes with its challenges, too.  Oliver’s new-found confidence often winds up with him chasing after people/dogs/birds/bikers who go past our yard.  Luckily, so far, he shows little interest in cars.  He also gets into EV-ER-Y-THING.  We have had to move our trash out of Oliver’s reach.  Any shoe that gets absent-mindedly left on the floor is attacked immediately.  Oliver has also developed a profound love for all kitchen towels, so those can no longer hang within his reach. 

Even though he is sometimes (lovingly and deservedly) called “Little Monster,” Oliver has stolen our hearts.  Somehow even the most frustrating things that he does are so adorable.   Usually.  This rambunctious little guy keeps us on our toes and somehow I can’t imagine life any other way anymore.

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