Sleeping pug

Oliver loves to play.

Because of this love of playtime, this means he naps hard.

Example:

This is a regular sleeping position for Oliver.

What a weirdo.

Mood lifter

My love for my pug seems to grow more everyday. That sounds incredibly cheesy, but I’m almost obsessed with him. He still has his quirks that annoy me to no end, but most of the time, I find Oliver to be an instant mood lifter. You really can’t help but smile and relax a little bit when you see that face.

Sickly

So, Oliver has had his first bout of an uneasy stomach, to put it nicely.  Unfortunately, little Ollie consumed a food item that he shouldn’t have, and his little pug stomach is paying the price. The funny part is, is that aside from the increased amount of bathroom time and the byproduct (sorry, I’m trying to keep this as pleasant as possible), you really can’t tell he’s not feeling 100%.  He does his business and not long after he’s ready to play. Jumping, trying to lick your face, running back and forth.

I wish I was that go with the flow when I’m not feeling well. Maybe I could take a lesson or two from him.

Privileged

 

Oliver is a privileged pug. We all know this. I mean, look at the picture. He’s sitting on my bed like it’s totally normal.

Lately, he’s getting all kinds of special treatment. This morning when I was taking Oliver out for his morning bathroom break before work, I decided I really had no desire to put him back in his crate. He’s been extremely well behaved lately- very few accidents, and does remarkably well whenever I leave him out around the house for short periods of time. I decided: today was The Day. No more crate! A full day out in the living room.

He was kind of confused when I didn’t take him back upstairs, but I’m pretty sure he made himself at home on the couch once I left. One of my roommates gets home from work a bit earlier than I do and I get a text confirming that he is indeed an Awesome Pug.

“No accidents! Just chillin’ out! This dog is amazing.”

Fitting in

 

Ever wonder how it is that dog just fits into your life?

I mean, you spend your time preparing for one, you pick one out, you bring it home. You provide for it in all the necessary ways, but that doesn’t always mean that the dog you bring home will work for you. You might not mesh. Things may not work out. It happens all the time.

I wonder sometimes, because after Cory, I wanted another pug for a long time, and very badly. I picked out the name Oliver before I even met the pug that would be my Oliver. While I researched who I would be getting him from, knew what I would feed him, everything-  I picked him solely because he was the biggest of the liter and because he was awake and active. In fact, I thought he was an odd looking little punk. I had no instincts that he would be a good fit.

But he is the perfect pug for me. He fits the name Oliver so perfectly. It’s kind of amazing. How exactly does that just work?

Just some random thoughts for you. This comes to mind often for me, but on Monday when I came home for a few hours in the morning, we just laid on the couch together watching tv and I thought again how good of a decision it was to get him.