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.