At Attention

Oliver has a stubborn streak. Often times when I’m calling for him to come down the stairs, to get out of my closet, or to stop licking my legs (I’m not sure why he does that, but I can no longer sit with my feet on the ground without running into that problem), he’ll look at me defiantly as to say, “Whatcha gonna do about it?”

It’s cute. But annoying.

One thing is for sure though- he knows the sound of the pantry opening and no matter how sneaky I try to be he somehow knows when I’m getting out a treat for him instead of my oatmeal or a k-cup to  make my third cup of coffee of the day.  When the treat comes out is when without a doubt, he will come sit at my feet and wait patiently, at my command.

I gotta tell you, the pup has some seriously good posture.

Losing Balance

Oliver seems to be an all-or-nothing kind of pup. He plays way too hard, eats way too fast, pees all the time, and alternatively, sleeps like a rock. Nothing really wakes this pug up. Out of boredom, I sometimes stare at him and say, “Ollie, Ollie, Ollie, Oliver, Oliver, Ollie,” repeatedly, thinking it’ll wake him up.

Not so much.

He has this pillow next to my bed that he sleeps on and knows it’s all his. If he were normal, he’d sleep on the center of the pillow, but I often find him sleeping so far to the edge it’s only a matter of time or one good stretch before he falls off. Last night was no exception. As I was walking towards my bed, I saw him do a full body stretch, and in slow motion- the kind where you know what’s about to happen but you suddenly have no power to stop it- I see him start to roll…and then suddenly, he looks like this:

I wish I could say that I quickly came and helped him, but I had to stop laughing first. On top of it all, he stayed that way for a good thirty seconds, paw in the air, staring at me. After I got over myself I picked him up, gave him a big kiss on the head, and put him back on the pillow—in the center.

Oliver the Pug

My facebook page is covered with photos of my dog. I hate taking pictures of myself, so quite frankly, without his photos being posted my interaction on facebook would be practically nonexistent.

Recently, I posted a photo of Oliver being his normally cute/psychotic self, when someone posted a comment that said, “Tiffany, I’m sorry, but this dog needs it’s own website.” Whether that was an insult- “stop covering my newsfeed with pictures of your dog,” or a compliment- “this dog is just so cute we need another place to marvel in his existence,” I decided he was right.

So here we are.