The chapter and page count has been moved to tomorrow (try to hold in the tears) because today is what is known in our family as Oliversary (otherwise known as: the day Oliver was adopted from the shelter.) Yes, we're those kind of people, the kind who dress their dog up for Halloween, and take more picture of him than some people have of their babies, and bring him back special surprises when we go on vacation. In other words, Oliver has the cushiest life a dog could possibly have. But don't take my word for it, I have pictorial evidence:
Here is a picture of Oliver from last Christmas, when he was beginning his life as the most photographed dog in history. No really, sometimes I look through the pictures on my Mother's computer and count to see how many pictures of Oliver there are in a row on there- sometimes the number has gotten as high as 47. Not that I can blame my Mother since he is very cute. Or as I like to say to him, "Who is the cutest puppy in the entire world? Why it's Oliver." Yeah that's right, I'm actually dorky enough to talk to the dog like that.
Here's Oliver catching up on his sleep. I have no idea how that could possibly be comfortable, but Oliver has decided that it's the most comfortable sleeping position ever and can be found sleeping like that on a regular basis.
And here's Oliver sitting in the window seat that he believes is his but which really belongs to my Mother. He's squirrel watching, an activity that he approaches with the same intensity that some people bring to watching soap operas, leading me to regularly make the oh-so-lame joke that Oliver is watching another episode of "As the Squirrel Turns."
Today's book, "From the moment Peter and Cindy Martin spotted her as a puppy in a kennel and she came streaking toward them and staring with her intense gaze, they knew she was the one. Almost immediately, she became a central part of their household. Always left to run free, she became an indefatigable explorer, gone for hours, sometimes for entire days, but her infallible compass always brought her home. From her exploits in upstate New York to the story of her incredible survival in the Vermont wilderness and her later adventures in the English countryside, Perth displayed the same pluck, intelligence, devotion, unshakable trust, and unstinting love."
- Today's book was similar to Marley & Me in some ways, but definitely not as good. The difference being, the pet owners in Marley & Me didn't get on my nerves. The annoying pet owner behavior included: claiming that their dog was smarter than a lot of school-aged children; letting their dog run free at all times because they didn't want to crush her spirit; responding to their dogs repeated attempted to bite and even maul people by blaming the behavior on the dog's boredom over living in the state of Ohio (So if any of you are reading this blog from Ohio, good news, you're no longer responsible for your behavior from this point on. You can't help, you live in Ohio, so it's out of your hands.) I could go on and on, but you get the point dear readers - basically nothing the dog did was wrong or bad, it's just the high-jinxs of a spirited puppy amusing herself by doing things that result in people needing to get stitches.
- My favorite passage was one in which Cindy and Peter were discussing what to name their new puppy. Cindy tells Peter that she doesn't want to give the dog a feminine sounding name, and here is his response, "I was thinking the same thing," I replied, becoming poetic. "It would be too narrow for her. She needs to travel this earth with a larger identity. She needs a name that doesn't tie her down to her sex, a distinctive name." - If you weren't able to tell by the passage, Perth was the Martins' pre-baby dog. You can always tell the difference between people who got a dog before having kids vs. those who get one after by how many theories the people have about the correct way of "raising" the dog. I never stop being amused by hearing people talk about their dog as if he/she is a seven-year-old child.
- And here is your fun fact for the day dear readers: A beagle can run up to 400 miles in one weekend because their lung power never wears out. - I didn't bother looking that fun fact up the way I normally do because I was too busy looking up the lyrics to songs that I've listened to for years but never knew all of the words to (time well spent if you ask me), so I'm just going to have to take the author's word for it on that one.