Our oldest dog, Ollie, is becoming the little old terrier man of the pack. After being an only dog for almost six years, he was a pretty good boy when it was time to adjust to his fellow cairn Pepper back in 2017. And more recently with the older daughter's chorkie, named Dewey. Chorkie is definitely the oddest looking doggo, with his long donkey ears and floofy fur that has a tendency to stick out in an interesting way. Like he just rolled outta bed after staying late at the bar last night and needs a brush or some hair gel to make himself presentable .
Ollie's latest thing these days is to rest his doggy head on my pillow, as if it's his. Which, unfortunately, imparts the old stale corn chip smell I always associate with him when he's past due for a bath. Below are pics from four separate days last week when he made himself right at home on my side of the bed.
My sweet Pepper is chorkie's buddy since she's still young enough to be willing to deal with the little attention seeking tyrant all up in her face, wanting to play. Ollie gives chorkie the "piss-off, mate" warning growl if he dares to caper up to him for a romp (Ollie was born in England, hence the British speak, lol). Chorkie seems happiest when he's dashing around outside in our yard with Pepper, something he doesn't get to do in the daughter's highrise apartment in Austin. Upside to having chorkie is that mother thinks he's super cute and finds his antics entertaining.
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