Ollie is such a smart little pup. He knows two commands…as long as you have treats. Sit and lay. We’re still working on come, roll over, and finding natural acne treatments. That last one is a real doozie.
I found this picture of Ollie from when he was about three months old, and besides being the most adorable weiner dog ever, he looks like he’s sitting in a circle in a drug treatment center about to admit to everyone that he’s an alcoholic. He has that combination of cute, guilt, and pathetic on his face.
I was so proud of little Ollie this evening.
We took a ride to visit my mom, who was babysitting my four little cousins, and Ollie warmed right up to them. He barked when the kids crowded him, but as soon as he realized that they had treats, and they realized he would sit and lay on command, it was officially a play date.
No clinical laboratory service need this trip! Everyone was well behaved and came out happy and full of treats!
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Rusty, the narcoleptic dachshund, but it’s still equally funny and sad. Wonder whatever happened the rusty?
We’re going to have to up our home insurance after this morning. Poor Ollie had an upset stomach and took it out on our carpet four different times in four different places. I scrubbed before I left for work this morning, but the carpet is going to need a real cleaning this weekend.
You can hardly get mad at the little guy because you know his tummy does not feel good and he looks so pitiful laying on the couch.
Oliver had his first stay at Auntie Barbara’s Bed Bath & Biscuit this week and he got a dazzling review. Auntie Barbara said that he was a complete lover that came when he was called and is welcome to come stay with her any time. I knew he had it in him!
Mike had the computer on his lap today watching some videos to prepare for his upcoming test. They must have been riveting because both of them fell asleep while the webcam was running! Oliver loves stealing pillow space and we can’t seem to tell him no.
Ollie needs a snuggle bag as much as I need a shower stool. It’s a luxury. Something to make life a little easier. A little more enjoyable. And that’s what a weiner dog needs, isn’t it? Something to make them more comfortable because their life is so difficult. Ha.
I was just talking to my sister about dogs, and she said that she seems people with dachshunds every day in New York City. I rarely see someone out and about with a dachshund, and realized that until my parents got their dachshund, Mister Floyd, I had never seen a weiner dog in real life. They were like a mythical creature to me. I knew they existed, but I didn’t have any real interaction with them, so they weren’t really on my radar. Kind of like CAT6 cords.
I’ll give you one guess what little puppy had diarreah three times yetserday and who was scrubbing the carpet at 11 o’clock at night.
Oh, you figured it out? That quick? Guess I can’t go play the poker tables since I’m not very good at bluffing.
