When a Dog Comes to Visit

So this week and last week we have been babysitting Oliver while my parents are in Vegas.  This means that we are living in a nut house since the cat and dog just chase each other cosntantly.  Plus, we have to lock Oliver up at night and let me tell you, listening to the poor pup cry that entire first night was torture.  Ryan of course slept through it.  He's been getting a bit better, he only cries for the first bit now and then I think he falls asleep.



Who does she think she is?  Sitting at the table like a people



Pipsi likes to show Oliver who's boss.  He was looking out the window, so of course she had to go jump on the window sill and scare him away. 

He's such a little scruff-a-muffin.  He's still pretty hyperactive in his young age, but he's calming down slightly.  He kind of just follows me around the house and sits under my feet.  Well that's what he does when he isn't playing with the cat. 



Question of the Day - This is Serious

If a dog loses a tooth, does the tooth fairy come?

Seriously though, I'm babysitting and I don't want to screw this up. 

Happy Friday!

Farewell Summer

On Saturday morning we packed up the car and Oliver and Tali and I headed up to the cottage for the weekend.  Oliver just loves running around and playing in the sand so he was pretty excited! 

It was our last shot at summer.  Most likely the last chance to lounge on the deck in the sun.  All we did was soak up the sun all weekend!

1.  Brittney's angel wings 2. An N 3.A B 4. Zig Zags 5. Spirals
6. T & B 7. BS (It's for her initials, not something else!) 8. A Q 9. A Heart

There wasn't too many of us at the cottage, but there were some neighbours up that had kids, so all of the kids played together all weekend.  They found sparklers to entertain themselves at the campfire last night. 

What we did notice is that it sure does get cold at night now! As soon as the sun is down it feels like fall.  So that's it.  See ya next year summer.

Oliver!

We have decided on a name.  Oliver it is.  Or Ollie.  He is freakin' cute.  We love him. 

So let's start at the very beginning, a very good place to start....

We missed our Opie pup and decided that a house without a dog was no good (except my house, that's fine).  So we were on a crazy puppy hunt.  We wanted a dog similar in size to Opie (about 25 lbs), somewhat close to home and not too expensive.  Well this was hard to come by.  I started looking into miniature golden doodles.  They are like $2000.  Who spends that on a dog?  Finally I found Oliver and his siblings on kijiji.  They were down the road from work, so I went to check them out.

Oliver is a schnoodle, which is what Opie was.  His dad is a schnauzer/poodle and his mom is a poodle.  He met all of the criteria except he will probably only be between 10 and 15 lbs. 

Later that same night, Tali, Brady and I went to look at some whoodles (wheaten poodles).  They were cute, as most puppies are, but we decided that we already knew the pros and cons of a schnoodle and we kind of wanted to go with that breed.  So the next day, they went to see Oliver and he came home with them!  He was the most playful in the litter, the biggest, and the only black one.  We didn't want one that looked too much like Opie and both of his brothers that were left were blonde.

He is a good pup so far.  Very few accidents.  He just kind of follows his people around.  And sleeps. 

I'm trying to see him frequently because I wanted him to love me.  I am his designated babysitter after all. 

He came over to visit Pipsi on Monday night.  I don't know if she liked him.  I think that she wants to be friends, but on her terms.  She's such a cat.

  Once Oliver was asleep she got a little bit closer.  Pretty nervy there Pips.