Hi! I’m Oliver and Trixie said I can finally talk to y’all. She blogs and some of the others have blogged and I have been waiting patiently.
OK, not so patiently. Momma says I’m a bit neurotic. I don’t know what that means. Do you know what that means? Did I tell you that I’m Oliver? I’m 9 years and 5 months old and for a Great Dane that’s old as in ancient. I tend to talk a lot. Talk as in bark, but it’s my job to tell momma when the wind blows or a bug comes near the house or even when she walks around the house. I’m really good at my job. I’m so good at my job that no one has ever wanted to take me away from my momma.
Momma rescued me a long time ago and even though a lot of people have wanted to adopt me, no one can handle my quirks. I don’t know what quirks are. Did I tell you my name is Oliver? I’m 9 years and 5 months old which is pretty old for a Great Dane. Sometimes that happens in rescue. Sometimes dogs don’t find new homes. Sometimes dogs are quirky and they stay in rescue their entire life or their foster ends up adopting them.
I bark a lot, did I tell you that? I also had some health issues when momma first got me and since then I’ve had more. I’m allergic to antibiotics which makes me extra fun to treat if I get sick. Momma has learned a lot about holistic remedies that she now uses on other rescue dogs, so I’m a silver lining supposedly. I’m a black dog and I don’t understand how I’m a silver lining but momma smiles when she says it.
Did I tell y’all I’m 9 years and 5 months old? I’m really old for a Great Dane and proud of my age. I act like a puppy which sometimes gets me in trouble but it’s totally worth it. Oh yeah, I’m Oliver by the way.