Our Little Man's Birthday

I call him our "Little Man", "Booger", "Mr. Pants", "Mr.", "Baby Boy", "Ollie", "Oliver" (but only when he's in trouble) and Beau just calls him "Ollie."

I can't believe on the 26th hes going to be 4 years old! I know I sound like I am talking about our own flesh and blood here, but I am talking merely about our dog. Our strong willed, needy, mama's boy Beagle who loves everyone and wants to be friends with everyone he meets. To Beau hes just a dog but to me hes my pride and joy. Perhaps its that need in me to nurture and be "mama" to something. To take care of it and raise it and have it depend on me and love me no matter what mood I am in, or if I look and feel like absolute poo, who always wants to cuddle with me even if I have been working around the house all day and don't smell like roses.

I picked him out when he was no bigger than our TV remote and my dad and I drove all the way to the most Southern part of Iowa to get him when he was no bigger than my slipper. He has been naughty, he has been downright a HUGE pain in the rear, but hes been all mine and a constant source of joy and entertainment.

I am so thankful to Beau for working so hard with him to get him to shape up when I didn't have the heart to just so we could keep him. He did it for me, not because he loves him...and I am so thankful to my parents for keeping him for us while we are moving around the country. It is such a blessing to me.

Happy Birthday Oliver! We love you!