One of Oliver’s first friends, Boomer Jo, passed away at 1:27 pm today from lymphoma. He was 9 years old.
I firmly believe that Oliver loves other dogs because of Boomer. Oliver’s first big dog encounter could have been scary, but Boomer let Oliver climb all over him and they rolled in the front yard together.
RIP Boomer.
Little asshole just chewed a hole in the fuzzy electric blanket. I almost wish he would have gotten a little zap!
Oliver likes to stretch out while he is sunning, which is why his back legs are all sprawled out. He always reminds me of a Cornish hen when he does that. His little hindquarters look like the perfect place for car spoilers, but I guess that’s what a tail is. A spoiler for a dog.
When you are a local celebrity, you can chew your bone and lay in the sun all damn day if you want to.
