Boy, have things changed in our household! Little Oliver Twist warms up our home with his affections. His excited greetings are so full of love that we can't get enough of him. The kids love having a dog, but I realize just how much I missed having one.
The kids love him. Josh loves him. But, momma looooooooves him.
Our routine is routine, and I enjoy them as much, or maybe even more than, Oliver. Our days start with walks, and then it's snuggle time. I also use this time to teach him new tricks, and in the last five weeks he has learned to shake, sit, and lay down. He mastered roll over last week, too. I introduced, "Bang! You're dead," to him this week. We'll see how it goes.
A call bell is by the back door for the little guy. I work with him to ding the bell when he needs to go out. He sits by the door already, but we don't always see him since he's so small, and he doesn't whine or bark. In time, he'll be driving us nuts with the bell. Ha!
I also changed his food. I noticed that Stars of GA has Taste of the Wild on their wish list so I switched to this brand. He is really enjoying it, and I prefer the ingredients of it over Wellness; which is what he was on.
Each weekend Oliver Twist also gets a bath and his ears cleaned. He gets his nails clipped if needed, and gets a new bone. I try to brush his teeth regularly, but this is a toughie. He hates to have his teeth brushed, and he doesn't enjoy riding in the car. Motion sickness definitely works against him, but we make do.
Anyhow, he goes outside regularly with the kids, but each night we play chase with him for 45 minutes to an hour. Sometimes, the kids don't last as long, but I'll hang with the little guy until he's so tired he flops down, and I carry him into the house like a little baby.
Yes, I have personified him. I tell him regularly, "You're just a little baby." Oi vey... My tough exterior has melted; turned to complete mush. I already have a Chrstmas list for him. He needs the pleather jacket I saw and more toys. He usually skins and strips any toy with stuffing, or a squeaker, so he needs flat toys he can shake and throw. And balls; he's a baller. We found a Chase and Chomp ball that rattles and he loves it.
My dad told me the other day, "I know he's y'alls dog, but that's your dog. I'd love to be a dog in your house. You get your own chair, specially ordered food, a basket with toys, and beds and blankets everywhere. And the treats...Damn. I'd love to be a dog in your house." All jokes aside, this comment makes me feel great!
I know, suddenly I seem like a crazy dog lady, but he's a perfect little fella. I just can't help myself.
Lisa M. White
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