Oliver
I got Oliver in December of 2020 from my godmother. Oliver is going to be three years old this year in July. He is a Yorkie, and he was the runt from his litter, so he is ridiculously small compared to his siblings.
Oliver is not just my dog. Oliver means more to me than just a dog. He is the other half of my heart. He has helped me in so many different ways emotionally. He helped me come out of a dark spot in my life. Oliver has shown me how to love unconditionally and taught me how to love just through his actions, like greeting me when I walk through the door or by running up to me and squealing and licking me like there is no tomorrow.
The little things he does when he gets excited to see me are very adorable. One thing he does that melts my heart is when he hops around like a bunny. I love that about him. Coming home to him is the best part of my day.
Of course, Oliver is also very needy and craves attention 24\7. He is also very spoiled (yes, I know I am to blame), and he knows that too. But the thing that I love most about Oliver is that no matter what he does (choosing not to listen to me, marking his territory where he knows he should not) my love will never change for him.
