Ever since we got Oliver almost a year ago, my parents have been more interested in hearing about (and visiting) him than Anya and I. It's like he's a grandchild. It's especially weird since they never let me have a dog when I was growing up - who knew they were dog people?
Anyway, I wanted to post the picture above - a picture my parents took - as an example of the terrible amount of spoiling they do to him. Oliver got that blanket and toy for Christmas, not to mention a bunch of other stuff. There can't be any question about dogs' intelligence - Oliver has very cunningly manipulated my parents and can now bend them to his will.
Happy New Year.
2 comments:
Man oh man. How can I end sleeping in a bed with a blanket on your living room floor?
Just buy a plane ticket to Seattle - I'll take care of the rest ;-)
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