Wednesday, June 15, 2011

have a heart

Oliver loves cheese. At the sight of cheese he starts doing every trick he knows in the hopes of being rewarded with a morsel. If that doesn't work, he barks his desparate bark. The desparate bark is long and howlesque, and really sad. And then he looks at you with his desparate look, as pictured. Ears back, eyes wide, body ready to jump at any snack that should be tossed on the ground. If none of these techniques work, he walks away, snorts, and shoots dirty looks from the other side of the room.

1 comment:

  1. My husband does something similar, but replace cheese with hamburgers...


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