Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Meet Oliver

Almost 4 years ago, I woke up Christmas morning to this:

The little guy standing near the top of the photo was all mine! My Christmas-list requests for a Yorkie puppy had come true. Never in the world had I imagined my mom would actually get me a puppy, but I was thrilled!

We had some trouble naming him at first, but after spending Christmas day with Sean’s dad’s side of the family, his grandma gave us the idea for “Oliver.” I instantly fell in love.

Let me tell you a few things about my little man.

He is the best snuggler. He loves to curl up next to you or in your lap, whether you’re sitting on the couch or sleeping in bed. When you hold him and put him on your shoulder like a baby, he nestles his little head next to yours and lays their peacefully. It’s like heaven.

He is naughty. Mostly due to terrible parenting (I’ll shamefully take all the blame), he still – at 4 years old – hasn’t mastered the go-to-the-bathroom-outside thing. Some days he’s great; other days he’s full of accidents. Terribly frustrating. Just one reason he needs an intervention – I’m obviously incapable of teaching him myself.  

He is 7 pounds but thinks he’s 70. He goes crazy when he sees other dogs (expect for his uncle Murphy, my mom’s Yorkie, who is his best friend).

He might hate babies. This isn’t as mean as it sounds. The few times he’s seen babies or very small children, he has incessantly barked at them (that’s it). I haven’t brought him near small children in a long time for this very reason. What will I do when or if I have children? He better get used to them by then!

We have 101 nicknames for him. It started out pretty simple. We used to call him Ollie, a logical shortened version of his original name. Then Sean started calling him “Vern” and it sort of stuck. Since then, we pretty much call him anything that comes out of our mouth – often something that rhymes, is not at all tied to his real name, and is not always politically or logically correct. Examples of our most frequently used nicknames include: Vern the worm, Vernon the German, verminator, monkey face, German the worman, Verny the Germy, Herbert the pervert, pupp-a-lafugus, and so many more!  

But he’s so incredibly cute and lovable that you can’t help but forgive him for his faults  (maybe that’s just because I’m his mommy). He gets so excited to see me when I get home that it melts my heart. He knows when I’m upset and curls up next to me to make me feel better. He’s a great little companion and while he needs some work, preferably from the dog whisperer, I love him to pieces.

P.S. I’m not kidding about the dog whisperer. If you know a way to get to Cesar Millan or someone equally as talented, please let me know. I’d love to know the reasons for Oliver’s crazy behavior sometimes.

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