Poor Oliver. We went to the tennis courts tonight to blow off some steam and the courts aren’t particularly well lit, which led to Oliver running head first into the fence and letting out a yelp. He came right to me and let me inspect him for injuries and he was just fine, but I felt so bad that I would have bought a bus for sale if I knew it would make him happy.

After that scare, he grabbed his ball and headed straight to the gain. His sign that he’s ready to go home.

Could you imagine what PETA would have to say about this now? I’d probably be buying cigarettes like I was a 70 year old bingo fanatic if I could get a free dachshund puppy, though.

I was doing laundry the other day and left a basket of clothes to be put away on my closet floor and someone became attached to a pair of underwear. Attached to the point where he carried them around all afternoon and growled at me when I tried to take them away. It’s like he’s hit puberty; stealing girls underwear, getting acne treatments, and humping pillows.

We’re going to have another weiner dog in the family very soon!

My sister and her boyfriend have been on the hunt for a weiner dog for the past few months, and think they’ve found one that is ready to come home with them very soon! They are finalizing the details (and hopefully this post will give them the final bit of encouragement they need) and the little guy above may soon be named Huey.

No weight loss pills for this little guy. His mom is 6 pounds and his dad is 9 pounds, so he’s going to be tiny!

I did not airbrush this photo. Ollie is just that cute.

He’s loving our huge new bed, and the polka dot sheets, but is still a total huge bedhog, pushing us to the edge every night. He just can’t sleep unless he’s snuggled up next to one of us! We wouldn’t have it any other way.

Ollie is like a baby. The quickest way to get him to settle down is to take him for a car ride. He immediately stretches out in the passangers seat and falls asleep. Whether we’re taking a drive for auto parts or fast food, Ollie enjoys a good Sunday drive any day of the week.

I always wonder what Ollie does at home all day when we’re at work, and I’ve come to the realization that it’s about the same as what he does all day when we’re home. Sleep and sun.

At least it keeps his coat shiney, and it may even be good for blackhead removal. It’s better than peeing on the carpet and humping pillows all day!

When Ollie had his annual vet visit two weeks ago, the vet removed a piece of tooth that was left from his oral surgery last year. I thought he’d have to be put under for surgery again, but it was just a tiny piece that worked it’s way to the surface and the vet was able to pull it right out with pliers.

The best part is that after the piece of tooth was removed and Ollie had a week’s worth of antibiotics, his breath is fresh as a daisy. So fresh, he could apply for Austin jobs, and probably land one.

While Mike was messing with our wireless router yesterday (the internet keeps going out and AT&T insists that it’s because of the router) Ollie decided to crawl under the desk and visit. He was so excited that Mike stopped to pet him that he peed, which isn’t uncommon for a wiener dog.

Mid-pee Ollie decided to roll over so Mike could pet his belly and ended up squirting into the air and hitting Mike in the face. I think the visual is hysterical, but Mike wasn’t as amused.