On Saturday, we attended Bully Bash, an event that raises money for the MidAtlantic Bulldog Rescue. It was held at the Wonder Bar in Asbury Park and what a great time we had! Over 150 bulldogs and 300 people attended.
We met up with Oliver’s sister, Henrietta as well as Oliver’s former “frenemy,” Chunk. (They are finally great friends now that Oliver is bigger than Chunk. Ha!)
Here are a few pictures from the day:
Above is a picture of Chunk, with residual pumpkin stuck to his nose and some slight booger run-off. We love this boy so much.
Clearly, Oliver and Chunk are whispering to each other, hatching a master plan of some sorts. It probably involves food and butt scratches.
This is Bonnie. I’m pretty sure she didn’t move from this spot all day.
Above is Henrietta, Oliver’s sister. She is a tiny peanut compared to Oliver. She is super sweet and if it weren’t for a few French Bulldogs in attendance, would have been the tiniest bully there.
Oliver (and Chunk on the left) giving me the, “Hey, isn’t it time for my afternoon snack” look.
Oliver (on the left) and Chunk taking a break from greeting EVERY. SINGLE. PERSON.
By far, this was the sweetest moment of the day. I don’t care what anyone says; I firmly believe dogs know their siblings. Oliver would never, ever, ever just stand and lean against another dog. Yet, he did so with Henrietta. They just leaned against each other and chilled out for a bit. It made me smile. Henrietta and her family are moving to Florida in June and we will miss them all so much. <3
To say that living in our home again is good would be an understatement. Oliver is in heaven and is so happy to have his fenced-in backyard where he can snooze in the sun without being tethered to my wrist. We both are thankful for that.
Aside from stepping in his own poop (again) today, Life is great for Oliver and for us. (Probably better for us since we don’t step in our own poop.)
We’re so happy, thankful and are loving Life in our “new” old house.
After 107 days out of our home due to Hurricane Sandy, we finally moved back in this past Tuesday (February 12th). We weren’t sure how Oliver would react considering every square inch of the house has been rebuilt, repaired, remodeled and redecorated. He hadn’t been back to the house since the day we evacuated (October 29th).
When Oliver got out of the car and saw the house, he RAN like a lunatic to the front door, jumped inside, ran into each and every room - and then realized the changes and became a touch timid.
He slept well that first night and by the second day, he settled right in. He is so very happy to have his big, fenced-in backyard again. He spent a lot of time yesterday going in and out, lying in the sun out back.
This has been a long, exhausting, tiring, trying journey. It is one of the Top Three awful things we have had to deal with in our lives. For now, we are enjoying everything that is new, trying not to focus on what we’ve lost, and doing our best to look ahead to our Future.
All Oliver seems to care about is the fact that he now has a new bed in every room of the house.