Puppy Parents

When I'm sad, I look to my mama. She talks me through the tough times.

Mama understands me and we both have a penchant for drama!

Sometimes we just throw our heads back and bat our eyes at the world.

And Papa? Well, he just makes a good footstool when I want to look out the window.

Rearranged

You know that feeling when you need a fresh start? When you're just fed up with the same old routine? We felt it this morning. So, we decided to tweak our feng shui, if you will.

We're going to give this arrangement a try for the next couple of weeks. We're hoping Oliver will take advantage of the view: he likes to sit on the back of the couch. (Don't worry, we can open the windows from the top so he won't fall out!)

Although it's not as cozy as our old setup, it's probably more conducive to entertaining company . . . and keeping an eye on Oliver at ALL TIMES!

Moving the TV also required the husband to finally deal with the fire hazard of tangled cables lurking in the corner. (Hurray!)

Oh, and here are some other recent additions to the apartment:

A new comforter and pillow cases.

A new bedside plant named Tresa. (Not a typo. She's three plants in one, hence "tres" meets Teresa.)

A Day in the Life of Oliver

Hey there, it's Oliver again. Thought I'd let you know what I've been up to lately.

On Tuesdays I usually go to the dog park in the Park Slope neighborhood of Brooklyn.

When my papa throws the ball I run like crazy!

When I get home from the dog park, mom insists I take a bath.

In an effort to dry myself off, I like to mess up the sheets real good on my parents bed.

Then my papa cuddles with me 'cuz I'm so damn cute.

Sometimes he hugs me too tight and I growl at him! Geez parents are embarrassing!

I get so tuckered out at the end of the day that sometimes I have to sit sideways. Yeah, life is "ruff."