Today is our crazy dog’s second birthday and he’s still acting like a puppy. Snooping around looking for trouble, pooping on the carpet, and hogging the bed. We love him anyway and wouldn’t trade him for the world. Unless that world was a modified parallel universe where Ollie let us sleep past 5:30 am and didn’t hump pillows.

We didn’t do anything extravagant like puppy massage therapy, but Ollie did get a new bag of bones, a long walk, and a piece of steak for dinner. Okay, maybe that is extravagant for a weiner dog, but he makes us happy, so it’s the least we can do for him.

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