I own his house.
I was born on December 24, 2005, but my life really began 8 weeks later when my family adopted me. I was the "the single frosted cupcake in the box of jelly doughnuts" and completely irresistible AND the liveliest one of the bunch. Be careful what you wish for . . .
Being a *Hearing Eye Dog*, I am Head of Security and take my position as a 24/7 Doorman seriously. I guard the house as if I were paying the mortgage. I can detect sounds from far away and have a vicious bark which emits a high decibel level of noise pollution and unleashes a reign of terror throughout the neighborhood. My bark is heard and feared by everyone and I'm always in an "alert and responsive" mode.
My pet peeves (no pun intended) include: Anyone coming to my door . . . People and dogs walking in front of my house . . . Kids on bikes and skateboards . . . Delivery trucks . . . Neighbors . . . Birds and squirrels . . . The Geico Gecko and cats on television.
When I was a puppy, before I discovered the art of exuberant barking, we all went to doggie-friendly Monterey and women absolutely swooned over my Dad holding little adorable puppy me. (He became a real "Chick Magnet".) Now since I'm a bit rambunctious, I'm taken out in a doggie stroller. I really growled, snarled and barked my head off the first time we went strolling on the main street in downtown Morgan Hill. People had some nerve - trying to look at me. All that pandemonium didn't seem to bother my Mom. Sometimes I wonder about her. She appears so normal when you first meet her . . .
Enough about me - Here's my brother. Mom calls us Da Boyz ~~ she's from Jersey.
Hi - I'm Oliver ~~ I'm a ruby Cavalier King Charles Spaniel and consider myself royalty. I should be referred to as *His Majesty*. Cappy has made it known that this is HIS Blog and I’m being included just because he’s so nice. It's fine with me - let HIM do all the work.
I was his Barkday/Christmas present - 12/24/2008. It took 6 months before he FINALLY started to appreciate me. I really can't blame him for his initial aloof behavior. He had made it known that he was the *Queso Grande* of the house, but I nevertheless barged in and attempted to take over. Poor guy ~~ I commandeered all his toys, demanded attention, gobbled up his food and constantly grated on his nerves. Unlike me, he is an uppity persnickety dog. I am extremely enthusiastic about everything and everyone. Now that I've become less turbulently active and he's mellowed a bit, there is some degree of amicability between us.
I lead a *Hallmark Life*.
I still devour Cappy’s food every chance I get. We have to be fed separately in different rooms with Mom’s eye constantly on me.