Little Oliver’s life is about to change.

Last night, he nipped at the neighbor when she tried to pet him. Luckily, she has dogs of her own and is very understanding.

I immediately emailed three dog trainers in the area, and am waiting for them to respond so we can decide when and where to start behavioral modification training.

People always want to cuddle and love on him, and I think it’s a damn shame that he embarrasses us, and himself, with barking, and now, nipping, so things are going to change.

Ollie isn’t always photogenic. I don’t know if he’s practicing his sunbathing pose in anticipation of fabulous vacation deals or if he’s stretching after a hard game of tug-of-war, but it is not a pretty picture.

Don’t worry, we love him anyway. I’m the last person that should judge someone on not being phototenic!

I’m not the only proud weiner dog owner in the family. Mister Floyd belongs to my parents, and he runs their house just as much as Ollie runs ours, taking over the couch and chewing on the bedding, but getting treats and love nontheless because he’s so damn cute.

Well, the party has died down and Ollie is exhausted from all of his weekend visitors and traveling. Not even the promise of playing tug-of-war with a pair of body stockings could get him out of bed. He crashed and burned this afternoon and probably won’t be back to his old self until tomorrow.

RIP to Oprah’s 12 year old Cocker Spaniel, Sophie, who passed away today from kidney failure. Sophie was treated by the Dog Whisperer for her seperation anxiety and made many public apperances with Oprah and Stedman.