tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63311856245550771202024-03-13T20:06:02.260-07:00Oliver's BlagOliver Twisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03991515826098379613noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331185624555077120.post-4954437496971272492009-10-16T01:11:00.001-07:002009-10-16T03:11:30.634-07:00First post!Mom introduces me. (Mo-om, I'm in the bath! This is so embarrassing.)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i572.photobucket.com/albums/ss168/ollie_wog/Photo65-1.jpg"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwGUK0O64LYOMSnwRokmG_ubBG7rI-azVzIexjMBYDa6DYY0zfDUtVJRaZ4sbvV2EgM6-1gCaE_Yj_VOEsAiA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></a><br /></div><br />I thought I'd start with an overview of my life so far. I don't remember much about my early puppyhood, except that I was absolutely mindbogglingly cute.<br /><br />Mom had this dumb idea to let my hair grow out long, like a regular Shih Tzu. Well, I'm only half Shih Tzu, and I love the mud.<br /><br />So far so good...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i572.photobucket.com/albums/ss168/ollie_wog/Photo87.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 509px; height: 395px;" src="http://i572.photobucket.com/albums/ss168/ollie_wog/Photo87.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Oh dear. Getting mopular.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i355.photobucket.com/albums/r459/opiate101/2915_163066230233_906525233_6727994.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 502px; height: 376px;" src="http://i355.photobucket.com/albums/r459/opiate101/2915_163066230233_906525233_6727994.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />So very mopular.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i355.photobucket.com/albums/r459/opiate101/2915_163066085233_906525233_6727993.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 503px; height: 377px;" src="http://i355.photobucket.com/albums/r459/opiate101/2915_163066085233_906525233_6727993.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />So mopular, I couldn't even tell that mom's portrait of me wasn't a chew toy!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i355.photobucket.com/albums/r459/opiate101/n906525233_6738864_3310937.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 514px; height: 385px;" src="http://i355.photobucket.com/albums/r459/opiate101/n906525233_6738864_3310937.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Anyways, back to the early days. Back then, my roommate Oscar was bigger than me. Mom loves laughing at me at the end of this video. Whatever. Sometimes I fall over backwards, ok?<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzl2Yli1NvqTqJzPRqarU4TPcpw9R8qIpykuLK4hAxLNPJeCsaljiJGQVQDtZb84lIPWeoom6HKNky4HUEevg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div><br />This one time, mom got mad at me (who knows why) but then she started playing this awesome game where she sprayed water at me and I tried to catch it.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxXNiwxkgxVdqREwMB_JgRlnUTanlvpTYXjVVzdti6z8LKwBLdeoykXN8vxXgy5eB4zyNgv1eE1SE-_2D5cxg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div><br />Nowadays, I'm just about grown up. Which I guess mom took to mean that I wouldn't mind having a little brother. Um, WRONG.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i572.photobucket.com/albums/ss168/ollie_wog/Photo65-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 515px; height: 386px;" src="http://i572.photobucket.com/albums/ss168/ollie_wog/Photo65-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Well, I guess he's ok. I'm still a bit skeptical though - I mean, he won't even play fetch with me when I drop my ball in front of him. What a weirdo.Oliver Twisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03991515826098379613noreply@blogger.com1