My life.

The other morning I went on Facebook to see the top news like most people do everyday and a puppy caught my eye. The Thumb Animal Shelter had just posted a picture of this beagle with huge floppy ears. Immediately I jumped in my car since there location is literally about ten minutes away or less. He was on the approved list of dogs my mom would allow one day since ours had died. Max was his name with a perfect blend of colors brown, black and white. Even though his owners said his parents are both beagles I have doubt in my mind. There has to be a bit of basset hound in him, everyone agrees with me. After calling Max, Bentley, Cooper, Chase, and Marley we finally agreed on Oakley for his new name. Max is just original, I wanted something different. His previous owners also claimed that he was ninety-five percent house broken, I'm thinking its more like eighty-five percent, which is still pretty awesome.

Oakley is in the stage where he thinks he can hump everything that is in his path or chew it up. Kleenex, paper towel, pictures, blankets, you name it, Oakley chews it. My mom and I had to puppy proof our house after that and of course we missed a few spots like under her bed. His nose leads him in too everything possible. I am also covered in scratches, cuts, bruises, since it seems he never runs out of energy to stop ruff housing with me.

Besides the whining, messes, and all the things that make Oakley a pain, there are some bonuses. He is a great cuddlier, adorable, and loving. The saying a dog is a mans best friend is an understatement, dogs can be any ones best friend. I don't know what I would do without him at the moment he keeps me smiling.