Well pretties, I'm back...at least for the moment...because it's a new year and I'm starting things fresh...at least until I get bored.  But I missed taking fun blog pics, and I know H missed it too so really this is all for him.  

So now that it's a new year and I'm slowly coming out of the after xmas fog that I think everyone has been in, it's time to start living with the best of intentions...which will most likely last about two weeks, if that...but I think this year is going to be different and that's because I've picked the best word for 2019...

Is it fall yet?  I swear, the warmer it gets in SA, the crabbier I get.  And while everyone else is still getting snow, I have to deal with 90 degree days...which for those of you in the snow I'm sure you're thinking

Hello Friday...nice to see you again!  And can I just say that February is already going like 27 times faster than the month we do not speak of...stupid January...I mean it's practically Valentine's Day which basically means it's March...so yay!!  And I can't wait for March because 

You guys it's already wednesday!  This week is flying by and I am not mad, not one bit...well I take that back...I am a little mad...why you ask?

I feel like I say this every friday...but it's finally friday...thank you jesus!!!  You guys this week has been so cray!  There were some major changes at my job...all good for me, but it's just been a little stressful with how it all happened.  And honestly...

And speaking of dad...this is him.  He is basically a real life super hero...he sleeps in with me everyday and we snuggle and then he puts on his uniform with his special belt of weapons and he catches criminals.  I would love to be his partner in crime at work but things like bugs and water creep me out, so I don't think I would be that helpful in an actual scary crime situation...however I am a great partner in crime at home.  He eats the pizza and I eat the crust.  He takes off his socks and I grab them and give them holes to air them out so they don't smell.  He farts on mom and then I put my butt in her face and I fart on mom.  We have a special bromance.

And you already know M...and as much as I like to make fun of her "fashion blog where she basically just complains about everything" she is my favorite.  She gives up her beauty sleep to walk me (lets be real I walk her) every morning and always tells me how great I am for pooping...do you get that kind of selfless encouragement every day...I doubt it.  She keeps my closet fully stocked with all the latest fashions...green and blue are my colors...and makes sure I always have a soft fluffy blanket to be covered in.  She's always bringing me new toys, and treats, and she always makes sure I'm happy...which sometimes gets annoying...like sometimes I just want to sleep in my own bed and have some me time, but she will literally come and lay right beside me on the floor...but I secretly love her for it.

And if you read my first post, then you know that I'm not too sure what happened the first year and half of my life.  One day I was roaming the streets, and because I'm super smart, I followed home Audrey, a snipsa foster, who took me in for a bit, but then she couldn't keep me so I went to another snipsa foster, Denise.  She was great and I was the the first foster dog she had to be allowed to sleep in the bed...but really one look at this face and how could you not give me whatever I want?  And when my parents came to meet me, I was a little shy, because I had never had a real family so I wasn't sure what that meant...but M said the moment she saw my picture she knew that I was going to be her dog.  Me on the other hand...I wasn't so sure...when they took me home I instantly bonded with dad bc he had dogs growing up.  M did not...so she had no clue what she was doing...and she wanted me to like her so badly, but I'm an independent soul, which she should have realized right away bc she is the same, so I needed time to know if I could trust her.  But after two major medical issues...apparently I was a "hot mess", and hours of puppy training and playing, and snuggles, and so.much.love...I realized that both my parents would do anything for me...and that I finally had a family that was all mine...and you know what that means...

That I am the most spoiled and loved human dog ever...and we wouldn't have it any other way...and it's ok to be jealous...I would be too if your parents were as hot as mine...and you were as handsome as me...and your family photo was basically perfection...

Hey...it's Henri...

If you are here hoping to see some outfit posts from my mom and listen to her complain yet again about summer, texas, or allergies then you should probably stop reading right now...however if you're more a fan of dogs that write blogs, and really who isn't, then you should stick around.

Now I'm sure you have so many questions right now, and I pretty sure I know that first one that instantly popped into your head.  "How is this dog so ridiculously good looking?"  It's the same question I ask myself every time my mom, let's just call her M, holds up that stupid phone to take a selfie and I see my reflection in that tiny screen.  Honestly the only reason I put up with her and "selfie time" is so I can look at myself.

Second question you're probably thinking is: "how can dogs even write a blog"...and to that I say...because I'm a human dog, duh.  Anything you can do, I can do better.  I mean, I love M with all my heart...she is my mom after all, but sometimes reading her blog gets boring...I think she's just a little too nice when she writes...she does like having a little fluff to her stories, but I'm a human dog so I can do whatever I want.  So I asked her nicely with my big brown puppy dog eyes if I could blog once a week...and then I gave her lots of snuggles and kisses and really...how could she say no to this face...so yeah, I'm a dog...who blogs...because I'm a badass who does what he wants!

Now you're also probably wondering how I got my name, but you know what I'm wondering?  Why I am called a million and one different things besides my actual name.  Why give someone a name if they're never going to be called by it?  It's like those idiots that call someone by their middle name instead of their first.  If you want that to be your name then make it your first name.  Why are humans so complicated?  And while my parents have never called me Oliver, I literally have like 17 nicknames and that list keeps growing.  

H

Baby Love

Lovey

Sweet Baby Love

Buddha 

Buddha Bear

Boots

Buddha Lovey

Wiggle Bootie

Sweet Boy

Snuggle Bugs

Babies

Cray Cray Lovies

Sweet Henri

Seriously Henri

Come on Henri

Really Dude

The last three are used most often when I'm supposed to be pooping but I'm distracted by you know, everything...but how am I supposed to really listen if I don't know what my real name is?  And apparently I was named after some fancy store in NYC that carried M's hair accessories...you may have heard of it...Henri Bendel.  So basically I was born to be a big deal.  Well, actually I don't know where I was born or what happened the first year of my life, but I do know that I ended up with the most amazing parents that let me do whatever I want because I, 

Henri Oliver, the First of His Name, The Flawless Face, King of the Southern Sky, Ruler of the Human Minds, Protector of the Dirty Sock Mountains, Eater of all the Foods, Breaker of Limits and Son to the Star Goddess M...am the shit!  

And thank you to my Auntie Betsy for capturing all of my best features, so basically all of me, for my  blog debut.  She is the best doggy photographer, although if you are one ugly mutt then I cannot guarantee that your photos will look like this.  I pretty much made her job really easy for her...