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.