I recently spent a weekend at my parents' house so that I could spend time with my puppy. He currently lives with my boyfriend, who lives near my parents on the other side of the state. Oliver, my puppy, turned 7 months on the second of this month.
We laid around most of the morning.
Off to the park!
My sister and Oliver.
He really likes sticks.
Those spikey thingies in his cheeks gross me out. Sorry, baby =(
"Yummmmyyyyyy!"
"Stop reading and play with me!"
Roaming around.
I ended up having to drive back to my apartment that afternoon, so I brought Oliver with me. Home in time to see the fireworks!
Sunday, September 10
"Daddy really needs to clip my nails!"
"No photos - I'm trying to sleep!"
He's just like my boyfriend - the minute they step into my apartment, they think it's nap time.