Ollie

The other member of our family is Ollie. …or Oliver, Olliebear, Bear, The Ollinator, Biscuit (and many other names). Ollie is a Bichon Frise that I got right after I finished my first year of graduate school. Brock and I started dating about a month after I brought Ollie home, so he was pretty much there from the beginning too. Brock and Ollie met when Ollie was in a diaper from just being neutered. But Ollie took to Brock immediately! Ollie loves me and needs to know where I am at all times, but he is DEFINITELY a “Daddy’s boy”.

Look at that face!

He is (of course), the sweetest, smartest, and MOST fun dog ever!! He definitely keeps us laughing (though, Brock does that too!), with everything from the way he sits and looks out the window for hours on end, makes a squeaking/singing sound when he yawns, perks up when he hears certain words or sounds, RUNS around the house growling and chasing Brock, and has even started “talking” to us. There’s so much more that he does, but it’s too much to name!

For now, he is our “child”, and we are beyond-content with that. We love the family unit we have, and can’t imagine him not being a part of it. And Ollie is our parents’ “grandson”… So much so, that he knows the words “Grandma” and “Grandpa” and can even distinguish between the two sets of grandparents by last name. Though, I’m not sure how content they are with having a dog for their grandson. But he’s going to have to do for now. At least as far as WE’RE concerned…