If you found me via NaBloPoMo or Facebook, you’ve seen my icon featuring lovely Freya and feisty Oliver.
Oliver is about a year old in this photo (he’ll be 3 years old in March 2009). Unlike our older cat Annie who prefers to stay away from the dogs and wouldn’t dream of actually touching them, Oliver embraces his inner Rottweiler. He is often spotted chasing or being chased by the resident Rottweilers. Slow speed, of course; they (mostly) abide by the proper rules of indoor games. They also often wrestle as in the photo. Oliver really does think he’s winning once he gets a good grip on a snout or leg.
Freya was in a false pregnancy following a heat when Oliver came to live with us. During a false pregnancy, the pseudo-expectant mom will often adopt an object as her “newborn puppy.” Although Freya’s usual puppy was a stuffed animal, this time she adopted Oliver as her funny-looking orange puppy. He was raised as a Rottweiler by a Rottweiler, and this is just what he does.
Take a moment if you would to click on the small photo and enjoy a short sequence of a Freya and Oliver wrestling match!
That is the bad thing about vacation…pups in the kennel. I don’t ever realize what a pain, I mean joy my animals are until I don’t have to get up and down to fetch treats and open doors 17 times during Survivor.
I love that set, but particularly the last one; Freya seems to be saying, “tired now.” *giggle*