Creature of comfort

 

Oliver somehow finds a way to burrow under the covers in such an adorable way. In this case, it looked like a teepee, with his head poking out.

Destruction

 

As cute as this dog is, we have been having some issues recently.

I think Oliver is currently going through a “stage,” something maybe comparable to what they call the “terrible twos,” even though I have never experienced that phenomenon and don’t plan on it for a very long time. He’s been ruining a number of things recently, like:

• coffee tables
• living room rugs
• Bob Dylan cds
• Tory Burch flats

And the coup de grâce- my Tiffany earrings that I received as a college graduation gift. There are no words to describe how angry and even more confused I am as to why he decided sterling silver studs were appetizing.

Annoying pug

I’ve been in a less than stellar mood over the last few days, and combined with a killer headache that I can’t shake, I have been super pleasant. Not surprisingly, Oliver has been annoying every fiber of my being.

This evening, when I was browsing iTunes for some new music, he climbed on my bed, and stared at me over my screen.

Of course, with that face, my annoyance quickly dissipated.

Sleeping Pug, Part Two

 

While Oliver does play hard, he is a pug- and by nature has a tendency to be the ultimate lounger. 

On Sunday I was doing my normal Sunday stuff- putting away groceries, cooking my breakfast for the week (I love steel cut oatmeal but I don’t love the time it takes), and making lunch for Monday. I’m walking towards the couch and I see this:

He was passed out.

That is, until I came around the other side to get another picture. He woke up, but didn’t move an inch. Yes, that’s right- he’s practically upside down.

What a piece of work.

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.